Astrid’s POV

    I’ve had enough.

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    Finished

    “What the hell is wrong with you?” I finally snapped at Lyana. “Leslie made it crystal bclear/bb–/bbwe /bgrew up together. You think some pathetic jealousy is going to tear that apart? If you like Eric bso /bmuch, then go after him yourself! Just because he doesn’t like you, that’s not Leslie’s faultb, /bbis /bbit/bb?/bb” /b

    I wasn’t about to let her throw her weight around on my best friend’s turfb, /bacting like she owned the ce. Who was she putting on a show for?

    Lyana’s face darkened for a moment, her Alpha eyes flickering with weight and restraint.

    But she was used to ying hardball in Pack politics. She was good at masking emotion.

    It didn’t take long for her to settle into icy calm, her gaze sweeping over us coolly.

    “Who Eric likes is his business. I just can’t stand seeing the Rogue Pack Queen toying with other wolves‘ feelings.”

    Why was that so hard to understand?

    I was just about to m the table and get up when Leslie tugged my arm and smiled as she stood.

    “Forget it, Astrid. No point arguing with someone who can’t listen.”

    “The Rogue Pack Queen is admitting it then?” Lyana’s lips curled into a cold sneer.

    Leslie looked at her, and her smirk only widened, dripping with contempt.

    “Smokede Alpha, what I do is none of your concern. If you don’t like it, deal with it.”

    No one’s forcing you to watch.

    Leslie let out a short, scornfulugh–I couldn’t tell if it was at Lyana’s childishness or her stupidity.

    She hooked her arm through mine, turned on her heel, and strutted out in her heels.

    bOutside/bb, /bthe sun bwas /bzing, the sky a wless blue,

    bIt /bbwas /bone of those rare, perfect days.

    b15:48 /bWedb, /bbSep /b17

    Chapter 151 Smoke and Steel

    The haze hanging over my chest finally began to lift.

    b32 /b

    Finished

    bAs /bsoon as we stepped out, I grumbled, “Lyana might be good at running her Pack, but her head’s all muscle. No wonder no Alpha wants her.”

    Leslie gave a softugh.

    Back when the Smoke Pack first ran into trouble, a few Packs eyed their territory and bassets/bb, /bthinking they could take over through a marriage alliance.

    But Lyana, a female Alpha, propped up the entire Pack on her own. She didn’t give anyone a single opening.

    She was ruthless and decisive. As long as she got what she wanted and didn’t cross the Elders‘ iron line, there was nothing she wouldn’t do.

    That’s exactly why there were almost no Alphas who actually admired her.

    Leslie looked down and smiled faintly. “Looks like she’s here for Eric.”

    bI /bsighed, feigning sympathy. “Eric’s not into domineering Alphas like her. She’s wasting her time.”

    Leslie raised a brow. “You think so?”

    As if Lyana ever did anything without a n.

    bLeslie’s /bPOV

    Astrid was just about to ask what I meant when a sleek sports car rolled to a smooth front of us.

    Crimson red. Their Pack’s blood–colored crest burned on the door.

    stop

    in

    The back window rolled down, revealing Kirby’s sharp, handsome face–cold as ever.

    “Get in,” he said to me, his voice deep and rich.

    I froze for a moment, then looked away, annoyed, and immediately grabbed Astrid to walk in the opposite direction.

    Out of the wolf’s den and straight into a tiger’sir.

    This day bwas /bcursed.

    “Leslie. That territory. You want it?” His voice cut through the air like a de.

    Chapter 151 Smoke and Steel

    I paused in my tracks.

    Send Gifts

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    b15:48 /bbWed/bb, /bbSep /bb17 /b

    Burn in the Alpha Princess’s Wrath

    Chapter 152 A Kingdom in the Making

    bLeslie’ /b