Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85 The Unforgivable Line.

Leslie Rogue Pack POV

The media storm continued to escalate.

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That was when my oldest brother, Thorbane, called. The look on his face held a knowing, cold smile.

“Leslie, I’ve gotten to the bottom of it. The one behind all this is Marcus Crimson Moon Pack.”

He leaned forward slightly. “He’s activated every hidden intelligence channel and media mouthpiece under the Crimson Moon Pack’s control. His goal is simple–force you to surrender. He wants to use your reputation as leverage to get the ‘Ancestor’s Fang‘ back.”

“What a clever move,” I said with a laugh colder than ice.

“Father’s already aware,” Thorbane added. “And he’s furious. But he told me to pass along a message: this is your war. He won’t interfere. That said… he’s prepared your battlefield.”

“What kind of battlefield?”

“One month from now is the Rogue Pack royal centennial celebration,” Thorbane said, eyes gleaming with quiet strategy. “At that event, Father will stand before every top Alpha and Pack leader on the continent and formally announce that you, Leslie Rogue Pack, are the long–lost and only true princess of the Rogue Pack royal family.”

“You’ll be declared the rightful heir–our one and only first–in–line successor.”

“He wants every person who ever doubted or slandered you to slap their own face in regret.”

I clenched my fists.

Father’s decision gave me more than just support—it was a declaration of war from the highest throne in our world.

“Before that day comes,” I said, eyes fixed on the city lights outside my window, voice like a blade, “I’m going to make Marcus Crimson Moon Pack pay dearly for his stupidity.”

Kirby POV – Crimson Moon Pack Headquarters

“Father! Why would you do this?!”

I stormed into Marcus’s study, slamming a screen full of disgusting rumors and lies about

Leslie onto his desk.

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Chapter 85 The Unforgivable Line

“This is slander! None of this is true! You’re using the dirtiest tricks to ruin an innocent woman!”

“Innocent?” Marcus lifted his gaze, his eyes brimming with contempt. “Kirby, have you forgotten? She’s still holding the greatest symbol of our Crimson Moon Pack’s honor. To retrieve the sacred relic, any method is justified!”

“But-”

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“No but!” he roared, slamming his hand on the table. The force of his Alpha pressure made it hard to breathe.

“I’m going to destroy her reputation,” he said flatly. “I’ll make sure she can’t show her face in the entire werewolf world. When the time comes, she’ll have no choice but to crawl to me like a dog, offering the ‘Ancestor’s Fang‘ in exchange for mercy.”

I stared at him, at the face that had once commanded my respect, now warped by obsession and power. For the first time in my life, I felt something inside me rise–a deep, burning urge to rebel.

“I won’t let you do this,” I said through clenched teeth.

“You?” He laughed, short and sharp, filled with disdain. “You think you can stop me? With what -your pathetic, belated guilt? Kirby, don’t forget who you are. You’re the heir to the Crimson Moon Pack. Everything you do must serve the interests of the Pack. Nothing else matters.”

I couldn’t find the words to argue. My throat closed with frustration. I turned and walked out, my chest burning with helpless rage.

What do I do now?

What can I do to stop this? To… protect her?

The thought stopped me cold.

Protect her?

Do I even have the right to say that anymore?

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