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Chapter 210
Adelaide’s POV
I thought for a moment and shared the truth as I knew, “I’m not sure whose idea it was specifically. Ulrik said he didn’t want the Frostfang Pack’s assets, but I genuinely don’t know if that was his true feeling.”
Hearing this, the tension in their expressions eased slightly.
Luna Cynthia was a sensible person. She couldn’t have been unaware of the old Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack’s follies.
I sipped my coffee slowly and told them the truth.
Regardless of how the alliance between Gloria and Ulrik came about, as long as they were clear in their hearts, that was all that mattered.
They had no more questions to ask and chatted idly for a while longer.
Luna Cynthia rose to take her leave, casting a deep glance at me as she said, “Many things are indeed beyond our control, but your frankness today has been greatly appreciated by both of us. Originally…
She paused, waved her hand, and continued, “Never mind, Miss Davidson, take care.”
Her words were charged with meaning, and I caught their significance.
They couldn’t make decisions about the alliance, which was why they had harbored some resentment toward me earlier.
But now that I had met with them and been open, they seemed to have let go of their grievances.
After seeing Luna Cynthia and Gloria off, I sat in the conference hall for a long while, somewhat dazed.
What was Ulrik’s stance on the alliance? Didn’t he only have eyes for Velda?
Recalling how Velda had come before me with such arrogance to show off, I didn’t expect that Ulrik would soon have a new Luna.
I wondered what Velda thought of this and whether she found her past haughtiness ridiculous.
Although Gloria wasn’t the easiest person to get along with, as the daughter of the Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack, she was the most suitable candidate to manage the pack.
Rosemary would likely take a liking to her.
There was no other reason. Although Gloria was also on her second chance, she brought with her a fair amount of personal assets.
The Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack was now also favored by the royal family.
Velda had said she wouldn’t compete with other she–wolves for attention, but it remained to be seen
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whether she would hold to that this time.
Was she fated to become the very person she despised and looked down upon?
Though curious, I had no intention of sending someone to inquire.
However, before I could do anything, someone from the Bloodmoon Pack came to visit–Vanya.
Vanya had come once before when Cedric returned but had avoided the topic of the Bloodmoon Pack altogether, as she didn’t want to spoil the happy occasion with unpleasant matters.
This time, Vanya brought me a betrothal gift. It wasn’t much or particularly valuable, but it was heartfelt.
I knew that Vanya and her family, due to their involvement with Isaiah and Rosemary, hadn’t been faring well, which was why they didn’t have many valuable items to offer.
I immediately tried to decline, saying, “I’ll accept the clothes, but I can’t take these jewels–they’re too expensive.”
Vanya gave me a stern look and said, “If you won’t accept them, it means you look down on me. I know these things may seem insignificant to you, but they’re my way of showing my sincerity. You have to take them.”
Given her insistence, I had no choice but to accept.
I expressed my gratitude sincerely, “Thank you so much. And to have you sew clothes for Cedric and me personally–these gifts are precious, and I truly cherish them.”
“If you don’t like them, I have nothing else to give. Otherwise, all the money would have to go toward Ulrik’s mating ceremony,” she said with a sigh, immediately realizing she had misspoken and apologizing, “Oh, why am I talking nonsense like this?”
She knew she had said too much and shouldn’t have brought up the matter.
I smiled gently, “It’s quite alright. I don’t take offense. Consider it as listening to an amusing anecdote about others.”
Relieved that I wasn’t upset, Vanya couldn’t help but complain, “Every time it’s the same–organizing a mating ceremony and draining the pack’s funds. What’s most frustrating is that their ceremony is scheduled for the same day as yours.”
I was taken aback, as I hadn’t known this. “On the same day? Are they in such a hurry?”
My mating ceremony with Lance had been in preparation for several months.
How long had they been planning theirs? Likely, they hadn’t even had time to make the wedding dress.
Vanya said with a hint of bitterness, “It’s Rosemary who’s in a rush, insisting on the same date. Perhaps she wants to send a message that just as you can mate with Alpha Lance after dissolving your previous mating bond, Ulrik can also form an alliance with the Ironclaw Pack.”
I knew Rosemary had always been competitive, but what was the point of such rivalry?
It would only provide more gossip for others.
Yet, I had no right to criticize.
The choice of date was theirs, and I had no control over it.
Ivy came in with a bowl of chocolate pudding that Vanya loved, joking, “You’re in for a treat, Vanya. It’s been ages since we made chocolate pudding, and today, just when you arrive, there it is.”
Ivy’s words weren’t entirely true. We now made desserts daily to accompany Cedric’s medicine.
Vanya looked at Ivy and smiled, “I have a sweet tooth. Word of good food reaches me quickly. I had a bit of
a cough, but after enjoying this delicious pudding, I’ll surely be fine when I get home.”
I asked with concern, “Your cough hasn’t improved? I remember hearing you cough when you visited Cedric last time.”
“The constant noise and chaos in that place–it’s a miracle if anyone gets better,” Vanya said, stirring the pudding gently with a spoon, her face a mix of worry and disgust.
“Ulrik either doesn’t return to the pack or, when he does, Velda argues and even lays hands on him. And he just endures it—no retaliation, no defense. She acts like a shrew all day, and he lets her, knowing it’s his own fault.”
“And another thing,” Vanya suddenly looked up at me, “if Velda comes to see you, don’t meet her. She’s completely unhinged now.”
