Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath (Leslie and Kirby) novel Chapter 451

Leslie’s POV

I was sprawled lazily on the sofa, half-watching some mind-numbing variety show, when the door swung open with a bang. Carl charged in like a whirlwind, unable to hide his excitement.

"Tell me, do you think Kirby and his old man actually came to blows at Bloodrock Estate?" he blustered, single-handedly shattering the peace of the living room.

The internal drama of the Crimson Moon Pack was never going to stay a secret from the eyes of the Rogue Pack.

I didn't even bother to look up from the screen. "Doubtful. Kirby might look like a brute on the surface, but he treats his own people well enough. Think about how much trouble Belle and Sylvania caused him—did he ever lay a finger on them?"

Carl scoffed, squeezing onto the sofa beside me. "This time is different. It’s a clash between the old Alpha and the new. If he actually makes a move, it means he’s ready to undergo the ritual and become the sole Alpha of Crimson Moon."

Whether Kirby was the sole Alpha didn't actually interest me.

Ever since Marcus handpicked him as the successor, he had been the Alpha of Crimson Moon in everyone’s eyes. Even his Beta assistant, Malach, addressed him as Alpha in their daily lives. The ritual was a mere formality; he didn't need it to prove anything.

Unless Marcus could somehow conjure a more suitable heir out of thin air, but we all knew that was impossible.

As much as it loathed me to admit it, Kirby was the most exceptional male Alpha in the Northern Continent. Despite their massive size and prestigious bloodline, Crimson Moon couldn't produce a second person capable of commanding a room the way he did.

Our Rogue Pack was a different story entirely.

At that thought, I glanced at Carl, who was currently reaching over to steal my snacks. Even someone as dim-witted as him carried the Lycan King’s bloodline; drop him into any other pack, and he’d be a top-tier contender for the Alpha position. And we had four such Alphas in our ranks!

"Still," Carl said, a wicked grin spreading across his face, "with Kirby and Marcus at odds, Crimson Moon is going to be a mess for a while. They might even be crippled by this and start their downward spiral. Leslie, tell me—was this all part of your plan?"

I rolled my eyes but didn't deny it. It wasn't so much my calculation as it was Crimson Moon’s own undoing.

As we spoke, the butler entered and bowed respectfully. "Miss Leslie, Mr. Adler is here to see you."

My lips curved into a smile, my mood lifting instantly. "Wonderful. Please, show him in."

The lines of his profile were clean and sharp against the dimming light. He offered a small smile. "I'm afraid I can't. I just wanted to check on you. There are some minor matters I need to handle back at the Gold Pack."

I frowned. Carl beat me to the punch. "Minor matters? Why do you have to go back personally for that?"

Adler paused for a beat, realizing he couldn't deflect easily. He gave a helpless laugh. "Eren got into a fight at school. The teacher has requested a personal meeting with me at the Gold Pack..."

Carl and I both blinked, stunned into silence. Honestly, that sounded exactly like something Eren would do.

I bit my lip to keep from smiling. "In that case, you shouldn't delay. Eren is probably worried sick. Are you flying out tonight?"

Adler nodded, checking his watch. "Yes, I have to leave immediately. Call me if you need anything."

I nodded back. After a few more parting words and a quick goodbye to Carl, he hurried out.

As I watched his retreating figure, I could sense that the drama surrounding Sylvania hadn't truly bothered him. He didn't seem to care in the slightest how the Crimson Moon Pack might react.