Chapter 387
Third Person’s POV
The Bloodmeon Pack was in chaos, and the Soulrend Pack was no better.
When Old Luna learned her precious grandson had lost his status as the family heir and couldn’t inherit the Soulrend Pack, she caused a commotion for days, insisting on seeing Clarissa.
Her tantrum fueled resentment among the pack members–Dwight wasn’t the only one fit to be heir.
How could such favoritism not be disappointing?
Alpha Manfred was also deeply troubled. He knelt and tearfully begged Old Luna, “He abandoned home for a woman. Why still spoil him? You have other grandchildren. If you keep this up, the pack will fall apart.”
Infuriated, Old Luna struck him with her cane. “Nonsense! You’re a useless father! Every parent wants their child to succeed, not fail. He was praised by Lycan Erasmus and granted a title at a young age. How dare they slander such talent? Instead of defending him in the government, you let him lose his position and heir status. What future does he have now?”
Alpha Manfred was struck a few times with the cane.
Though Old Luna’s strength had faded, being caned in public was humiliating for him as the family head.
Seizing her cane, he said sorrowfully, “Lycan Erasmus warned me. If Dwight continues his antics, our hereditary pack lands are doomed.”
Old Luna staggered. “What did you say? Did Lycan Erasmus say this himself?”
“Yes,” Manfred replied helplessly. “He said if the Soulrend Pack doesn’t treat Melinda better, we’ll lose our lands. Lycan Erasmus is already considering abolishing our pack. We must stop the chaos. Dwight always heeds you. Make him stop his outbursts and cease his public condemnation of officials.”
Old Luna collapsed into a chair, her face pale. “No! The Soulrend Pack’s hereditary status was established by a former Lycan King. How can Lycan Erasmus revoke it?
“A breeder is a trivial matter. How can it affect the whole pack? Have we treated Melinda poorly? You all rally for her, but only me is protecting Dwight.
“Look at him! He lost his teeth to a servant’s punch. Now anyone can slap him. He’s stripped of his rank and heir status, and even his complaints are silenced. This is a clear attempt to drive him to despair!”
“Why only grieve for your son? What about your other grandchildren?” Alpha Manfred said mournfully.
“But none match him,” Old Luna insisted fiercely.
She adored Dwight, her once–promising grandson ruined by women.
She commanded, “Delay the heir change documents. Once I meet Clarissa, I’ll find a solution.”
At Madison’s manor, Madison berated the middle–aged man before him.
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Unbelievablel How was Willowria’s identity exposed to Adelaide? Did that wretched woman confess to Adelaide’s people?”
Tall and handsome yet weathered, he shook his head.
“Impossible. Willowria would never speak out. She’s obedient to you, never daring to defy”
“She wouldn’t dare,” Madison said, his eyes flashing.
“Her mother remains in the dungeon. If Willowria wants her freed, she’ll behave.”
“Yes, she’ll comply.”
Yet Madison’s anger flared at the man’s apparent concern only for his daughters. “Tell Willowria I want answers. Also, warn the others to stay low–key and avoid exposure. I suspect Adelaide only exposed Willowria to unsettle me. I won’t fall for it.”
“Understood,” came the reply.
Madison, unimpressed by his subservience, coldly ordered, “Leave!”
“Okay.” Hunt turned and left. Years of suppression had made his once – tall figure slightly stooped.
Madison watched him go, recalling another similar figure. His heart, long still, stirred with envy, then erupted in hatred for the man who had spurned him–the man who had captured his heart decades ago.
Back in the day, he, a princess, had hoped to mate with him, but he had disdainfully refused, choosing the inferior Airella instead.
On their mating day, Madison had cursed them to childlessness and misery.
Yet Airella bore six sons and a daughter.
They lived in bliss, Alpha Bentley with neither breeder nor lover.
Madison’s hatred festered over the years. He knew he could never forget the man who had irrevocably disrupted his youth.
