Howl of Destiny: Alpha Lira's Legend novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179 Lira Krom in the Headlines

Lira Voss’s POV:

Kael left for the Thunder Pack.

But because I’d made a scene at the airport, some reporter caught me on camera. The intern was already losing its mind.

I didn’t care. Once I got back to the office, I went into full-on beast mode, working day and night.

New product launches, the jewelry startup… the pile of work was endless.

It was exhausting, but I loved the grind. It made me feel alive.

While I was buried in files, Kael called.

I answered with a grin. “Kael! You made it?”

His warm chuckle vibrated through the phone. “Yeah, arrived a while ago. Just got back from the hospital. I missed you, so I had to hear your voice.”

A surge of heat rushed through me. “How’s your grandfather?”

“He’s stable. Don’t worry too much.”

“Good. Give him that pill the second he wakes up. I guarantee he’ll be back on his feet in no time.” I was more than confident in my work.

Kael laughed softly. “I’ll give it to him tomorrow. So, what are you up to right now?”.

I looked around my room, which was a disaster zone of discarded clothes. I sighed. “Cleaning out my closet. I’ve been gone for two years, and nothing fits. It’s a mess.”

Kael’s tone immediately turned protective. “Why aren’t you staying at my estate? The butler and staff are there to take care of you. I don’t like you living alone.”

“I’m almost an adult, Kael. I’ve lived on my own before; I can handle myself.” He really didn’t need to baby me.

I wasn’t some fragile low-tier Omega; I was a future Alpha with twin wolf souls.

Even without that, the hell I survived in the Brookstone Pack and my training in the Hidmoon Pack meant I was tougher than most high-rank wolves.

I could handle a little laundry.

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Chapter 179 Lira Krom in the Headlines

Kael’s voice dropped an octave, turning persuasive. “Lira, please? Stay at the manor. It only fee like a home when you’re there. I want a home to come back to.”

That did it. My heart melted instantly, and I found myself nodding. “Fine. I’ll move back

tomorrow.”

After we hung up, I noticed a post trending on my feed.

The headline was huge, “Lira Krom Spotted at Silverwhip Airport After Two Years!”

Underneath was a photo of me. My hair was a mess from running, but it didn’t ruin the shot; it just gave me this raw, effortless look.

The comments were a war zone:

[OMG! I know her! She’s the girl who went viral for the violin solo two years ago. People said she was the secret influencer, L!]

[Wow, she’s breathtaking!]

[Looks aren’t everything. I went to school with her-she’s just a low-tier Omega.]

The notifications were hitting six figures.

I rubbed my temples and let out a long breath.

I’d been asleep for two years, and clearly, my wolf instincts had dulled. I didn’t even realize I was being followed.

Rodney walked in, already scrolling through the same news. He grinned. “Boss, with a face like yours, it’s a crime not to be famous. Just lean into it. It’s great PR for our entertainment division.”

“Ugh. I thought people would have forgotten me after two years. Now everyone knows I’m back.”

Rodney shrugged. “It’s already out there. My advice? Just play the part.

“You’re still signed as a singer under our label as ‘L. We can control the narrative from here. No one will be able to dig deeper than what we allow.”

I nodded. Rodney handled the entertainment side; he knew his stuff. “Fine. Do what you have to do.”

Staying in the spotlight as a singer was actually a perfect cover. It kept my real identity as the head of Four Seasons and the future of the Hidmoon Pack hidden. It would make it much easier to slip back into the Brookstone Pack and find out what really happened to my mother…

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“So… are you actually going to drop a new track?” Rodney teased.

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“Not now. Maybe when I’m less busy.” I pulled another file toward me, ending the conversation.

“Fair enough. I’ll go handle the damage control.”

As Rodney left, my phone rang again.

I stared at the screen, stunned. It was Reginald Cox.

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