Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81 Invitation from the Moon

Leslie’s POV – On the Way Back to the Governor’s Estate

“Feeling better now?”

Carl glanced sideways at me while driving his ridiculously flashy sports car.

“No,” I said, resting against the window, watching the city lights blur by outside.

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“Oh?” Carl raised a brow. “You pushed that Crimson Moon Pack bastard into a corner and you’re still not satisfied?”

“I just thought…” I sighed, “it’d be more interesting. I thought he’d at least fight back a little—for the sake of his family’s pride. But in the end, just like three years ago, he chose the so–called ‘future‘ and gave up the ‘past‘ without hesitation.”

My wolf, Asphodel, let out a cold, disdainful snort in my mind.

He never had any real pride to begin with, her voice rang clear as crystal, sharp and cold as frost. An Alpha who couldn’t even protect his own mate… his pride was always a castle built on sand. One push, and it crumbles.

He was never our true opponent.

I couldn’t agree more.

After the confrontation at the restaurant, my brothers, Astrid, and I returned to the Governor’s Estate together.

Surprisingly, that tense standoff didn’t dampen the relaxed, cheerful atmosphere between us.

“Honestly, Leslie,” Astrid said, lounging on the couch while scrolling through Pack network gossip, “did we leave the Night of Rarities without even saying goodbye to Amala? Think she’ll be mad?”

I looked up from my own screen. Right. We actually had forgotten to greet our hostess before leaving.

Just then, a secure comms screen suddenly lit up in front of us.

On it appeared a beautiful, proud face with just the slightest pout of annoyance.

It was Amala,

“My queen, and my favorite little wildcat,” Amala’s voice purred through the screen with a

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teasing scold, “I just saw the photos of you two at Laurel Restaurant. Tell me–did you forget that your wardrobes still have the ceremonial cloaks I made for you? What happened to our coordination?!”

Astrid stuck her tongue out guiltily. “Amala, it was an emergency…”

“I don’t care!” Amala interrupted, lifting her chin with mock severity. “As punishment, I’ve decided that for the upcoming ‘Amala Moon Goddess Festival,‘ both of you will serve as my Star Envoys–personally!”

“Moon Goddess Festival?” I arched a brow.

“That’s right,” Amala replied proudly, her confidence lighting up her face. “This year’s theme is the ancient lunar deity, Lūna. And you, my dear Leslie, will be the lead Star Priestess–draped in my showpiece design: Soul of the Moonwolf.”

“It’s a cloak spun from the purest indigo silk of the Northern Ice Silkworm, adorned with three thousand moonlight crystal fragments–symbolizing the infinite starry sea. In your hands, you’ll hold a ceremonial staff carved from the living branches of the World Tree, glowing with sacred light. When you step onto the altar, you’ll no longer be Leslie of the Rogue Pack… you’ll be the divine Moonwolf Messenger herself.”

Her words stirred something warm and thrilling in me–something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“What about me?!” Astrid jumped in, eyes shining. “What do I get?!”

“You,” Amala said with a wink, “will open the ceremony as the Shadow Envoy–wearing my other masterpiece, Shadow of the Moonwolf. It’ll make you look like a phantom dancing under moonlight. Absolutely stunning.”

Just then, Carl’s annoyingly perfect face popped into the screen.

“Well, well, if it isn’t our ceremonial queen,” he grinned at Amala, the kind of smile that could melt glaciers. “For such a grand festival, isn’t it a bit rude not to invite your favorite award- winning actor to join as an honorary ceremonial guardian?”

“My ceremony isn’t for just anyone,” Amala sniffed, nose in the air.

“Oh?” Carl’s smile widened. “That’s a shame. I was thinking of showing up in that ‘Flame of Sirius‘ cloak you gave me last year.”

A faint blush spread across Amala’s face.

Watching the sparks fly between them, I couldn’t help but laugh,

This year’s Moon Goddess Festival was shaping up to be… very entertaining indeed.

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