Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath (Leslie and Kirby) novel Chapter 461

Leslie’s POV

I rushed over to hold him back. "Dad, it’s already been dealt with. There’s no need for you to handle this personally!"

"He actually dared to lay a hand on you? Does he think this is thirty years ago, when he could rule the Northern Continent with an iron fist?" My father’s face was flushed with fury. The oppressive aura of a top-tier Alpha surged through the living room as he spent a solid hour cursing Marcus out before he finally began to calm down.

Fortunately, Carl was in the kitchen, so dinner was served without any further incident.

At the table, I noticed Amala didn't look great either; a shadow of worry hung over her brow.

"Seriously though, is the Crimson Moon Pack really about to face a total collapse?" she asked.

Carl frowned as he cut his steak. "I doubt it. If things fell apart that easily, then Kirby would be a total fraud, wouldn't he?"

My father’s anger hadn't completely dissipated. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze looking like he was calculating how best to tear into his prey. "Maybe we should strike while the iron is hot and make them pay a price?"

It was clear he was a man who held a grudge.

I gave a helpless smile. "It won't be that easy. From what I saw, Kirby has a complete handle on Marcus' movements. He won't be unprepared."

Thorbane, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. His voice was steady as always. "Not necessarily. If a coup is planned well enough, it’s not impossible to win."

I saw my father turn to Thorbane with a look of pure approval. I could practically hear him thinking that this was the son of a Lycan King—unlike Carl, who only knew how to deflate his own side’s morale.

I paused for a moment before sharing my own thoughts. "If this were before today, we certainly could have done that. But after what happened today, I want Kirby to win."

If he wins and leaves Marcus half-dead from rage, wouldn't my grudge be settled anyway?

Sure enough, Thorbane and my father both looked at me with slight disapproval, likely preparing to tell me not to let my emotions cloud my judgment.

I didn't give them the chance to speak. I got straight to the point. "Marcus wants to drag Kirby down, so we absolutely cannot let him have his way. We need Kirby to remain firmly in that seat. That will hurt Marcus more than anything else!"

Upon hearing that explanation, my father and Thorbane nodded in realization. It did make a certain amount of sense.

Only Carl was completely detached from our political maneuvering. He chewed his steak a few times before suddenly complaining, "Is this steak overcooked?"

I blinked and shot him a look. "Amala cooked that!"

I could feel Carl’s smile freeze on his face. He gritted his teeth as he glared at me—his own sister, sabotaging him. "Leslie, you..."

I blinked innocently, pretending to be clueless. "I what?"

He forced out a strained smile. "You two just talked so much downstairs. How can you say you haven't had a heart-to-heart?"

Amala laughed. "Anything said before we’re tucked in doesn't count as a real talk!"

I nodded emphatically in agreement.

Honestly, there was no rush. Carl’s desperate, insecure behavior was really a disgrace to the Alphas of the Rogue Pack!

Amala and I headed upstairs hand-in-hand. We left Carl standing there, watching us leave. I could still hear him muttering under his breath behind us, "Do you need me to join the talk? I’ll leave right after..."

"Get lost!"

Amala and I shouted back in unison.