Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath (Leslie and Kirby) novel Chapter 455

Leslie’s POV

Garen Club.

Even though the other party had specifically requested to see me alone, I brought Liam along just to be safe.

When we reached the designated private suite, Liam pushed the door open for me. I stepped inside, and my eyes landed instantly on the person sitting there.

I felt a cold sneer form in my mind. It was Marcus.

I arched an eyebrow, maintaining my composure as I walked in with a slight nod. "Since when did you become the Luna of the Goldtooth Pack, Marcus?"

The person I was supposed to meet today was the mistress of the Goldtooth Pack.

Marcus' face was a mask of practiced smiles. "I used her name to invite you here for a meeting. Otherwise, I doubted you’d grace me with your presence."

I curled my lip in a faint smile, offering little reaction as I took the seat opposite him.

He picked up the menu and held it out. "Have a look. Is there anything you’d like to eat?"

I didn't even glance at the menu on the table. "That won't be necessary. I assume you didn't go through all this trouble just to share a meal with me, Alpha Marcus."

His expression stiffened for a fraction of a second, but he regained his natural poise quickly. He looked up, glancing at Liam standing behind me.

"I do have something to discuss with you, but... I believe it would be best said in private."

Liam remained rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on me as he waited for my signal.

Seeing that I wasn't biting, Marcus realized his current angle was useless and shifted tactics. "But in the end, your affairs are yours to settle. I’ve come to terms with it. You spent three years in the Crimson Moon Pack without any progress; perhaps you and he truly aren't meant to be."

I arched an eyebrow.

Asphodel remarked with a hint of curiosity, "That’s common knowledge. What is this old fox actually trying to get at?"

"However," Marcus continued, "it’s possible your fated bond hasn't been completely severed. Kirby won't give up that easily. To him, you’re something he’ll kill to have but won't cherish once he has it. If you want him to drop the idea entirely, I think we need a different approach..."

His aged, weathered eyes were suddenly sharp as needles.

I curled my lips into a smile. "And what approach would that be?"

"Either you let him watch with his own eyes as you stay with someone else—which would be a fate worse than death for him—or you strip the power from his hands, leaving him with no ability to ever disturb your life again!"