Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80 Too Late for Forgiveness

Leslie’s POV

Everyone in the room–Alan, Astrid, even Carl and Thorbane–froze in place.

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No one had expected this: that the once–arrogant, untouchable heir to the Crimson Moon Pack would lower his proud head and offer an apology to his ex–wife in front of so many witnesses.

But me?

I felt nothing.

Not a flicker of emotion. Only cold detachment.

Love that comes late is cheaper than weeds.

And apologies that come late… mean nothing.

“If you’re apologizing for the past three years,” I said calmly, “then a mere ‘sorry‘ is far too light.”

“If it’s about the Fang of the Ancients, then let me save you the trouble–there’s nothing to discuss.”

“Leslie!” he snapped, eyes bloodshot. “What the hell do you want from me?!”

“What do I want?” I smiled, bright and dazzling. “Didn’t I already tell you long ago?”

“Crimson Moon Pack will withdraw from the Moon Goddess Relic Project. Trade your future… to redeem your past.”

“Or-“I let my gaze sweep over him, then to the glory and pride of Crimson Moon Pack standing behind him, “you and your family will pay your blood debt to me–with your dignity.”

“You choose.”

“Actually-” my voice turned icy, like a queen handing down a final verdict, “I’ll take both.”

My words landed like a slap–no, two sharp, brutal slaps across Kirby’s face,

He looked at me, and at last, I saw it.

Despair.

He finally realized it–how deep the chasm was between us. A chasm he had dug with his own

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hands. A chasm so vast, it could never be filled again.

Kirby’s POV – Restaurant Private Room

“I’ll take both.”

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Leslie’s words were cold as a death sentence, shattering every last shard of hope I’d clung to.

She turned and walked away without a second glance. Her back was straight, her steps unwavering.

That silhouette told me everything–there was nothing left between us. No room to speak, no room to beg.

I stood frozen, as if all the blood in my body had been drained to ice.

Deep within me, my wolf, Lance, let out a low, agonizing howl.

She’s right, Lance’s voice echoed louder than ever in my mind–clear, raw, filled with remorse and self–loathing. What we owe her, Kirby… is so much more than that damn fang.

Shut up! I roared in my mind. What do you

know?!

I know everything! Lance’s voice roared back, shaking my very soul. I know what it’s like to watch your mate be torn apart by jackals while her Alpha turns a blind eye! I know what it feels like to suffer alone night after night, licking wounds in silence!

You pushed our only moon off a cliff. And now you think you have the right to beg for her forgiveness?

I had no answer. Lance’s questions crushed every excuse I had left.

Because he was right.

I shut my eyes in anguish. Malach’s reports played through my mind–the recordings, the details I’d dismissed as “trivial,” the countless moments of quiet care she had once given me.

And now, every single one of them was a blade.

Cutting deep. Tearing me apart.

And for the first time, I began to understand–why she had changed from cautious to cold.

It was all there. All along.

I had lost.

Utterly. Absolutely.

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And nothing of me remained untouched.

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