Chapter 396 The Taste of Trouble

bLeslie’s /bbPOV /b

I quickly rified, “Kirby doesn’t live here. This is my suite. If you don’t believe me,e in and see for yourself.”

Asphodelughed in my head. iLook /iiat /iiher /iiface/ibi–/i/biscared /iiout /iiof /iiher /iwits.

Chloe lowered her eyes, forcing a stiff smile. “N–no… no need, I…”

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She stumbled over her words, clearly unable toe up with an excuse.

Her fingers tightened around the wine bottle, her cheeks red as if they might drip blood.

Watching her flustered state, I kindly offered her a way out. “I can call Kirby for you. tell him directly.”

I said it on purpose. At least this way, I was being generous.

You can

Chloe recoiled a step, panicked. “No need, Leslie. I just remembered—I haven’t reviewed my lines. I’ll head back. Sorry to disturb you. Good night!”

She turned to run, then hesitated, thrusting the wine and two sses into my hands. “This really is my family’s recipe. Please try it…”

Before I could answer, she bolted–faster than Sandra–looking ridiculous, like she was fleeing for her life.

I couldn’t helpughing, ncing down at the bottle and cups in my hands.

Asphodel snorted. iKirby’s /iipoprity/ii–/iithere /iiwill /iialways /iibe /iiOmegas /iithrowing /iithemselves /iiat /ihim.

I muttered back, “I didn’t care how many women he had before, and I care even less now.”

I carried the wine inside, poured myself a ss, and took a sip.

The alcohol spread across my tongue, rich andyered, melting slowly with an exquisite aftertastei. /i

My brows lifted in surprise. I’d drunk plenty of fine liquor, but this had a unique vor.

No wonder Chloe dared bring it to Kirby. She had reason to be confident.

From the sofa, my tablet suddenly chimed.

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“Are they gone? All those women lining up for Kirby? Tsk, blind fools. Throwing themselves at a scumbag?b” /b

I blinked, realizing I’d forgotten to hang up Astrid’s video call.

She’d heard everything?

Heat rose to my cheeks. I picked up the tablet. “Objectively speaking, an alpha’s draw for them is like jackals scenting a dying fat sheep. Even if it isn’t theirs, they’ll still want a bite.”

Asphodel chuckled. iPerfect /iianalogy/i.

Astrid burst outughing, then caught sight of my flushed cheeks. Her expression shifted. “Wait -you drank that woman’s wine? Aren’t you afraid she spiked it?”

I paused, savoring the lingering taste, then couldn’t resist another sip. “She wouldn’t dare. Unless she has a death wish… Though this wine packs a punch.”

à haze already clouded my head, but the vor was addictive, leaving me wanting more.

poured another ss. Even with the cup blurring into double, I still filled it to the brim.

Astrid said something else, her voice urgent, but the words were starting to slip away.

Kirby’s POV

Fresh from the shower, my hair still dripping, Astrid’s call came through.

I didn’t bother drying off. Grabbing a towel, I rushed straight toward Leslie’s suite.

Lance barked in my head. iHurry/ii! /iiShe /iidrank /iithat /iiwoman’s /iiwine/ii. /iiWhat /iiif /iisomething /iihappens/ii? /i

I rang the bell. No answer. Knocked harder. Still nothing.

I was about to let Lance take over, shift into wolf form, and smash the door down.

But Astrid’s sharp voice snapped from the phone. “Are you an idiot? If she could open the door, would I be calling you? Go get a spare keycard!”

I held back a retort–for Leslie’s sake. Astrid’s tone was grating, but her concern was real.

Her words jolted me. Right–I had kept a spare card.

I fished it from my jacket pocket. With a beep, the lock clicked open.

Lance scoffed in my head. iSo /iithat’s /iiwhy /iiyou /iicarried /iit. inning /iito /iisneak /iiin /iiat /iinight/ii, /iimark /iiher /iiwhile /iishe /iisleeps/ii? /i

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Chapter 396 The Taste of Trouble

I ignored him. Now wasn’t the time.

Pushing the door open, a heady scent of wine hit me full force.

My brows furrowed as my gazended on Leslie, sprawled across the sofa, unconscious.

I rushed over, gathering her into my arms, panic bleeding into my voice. “Leslie…”

She slumped against me, soft and unresponsive.

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