Chapter 215
Third Person’s POV
Adelaide stood up and stepped through the water on the floor, approaching Velda one step at a time.
She bent down and whispered into Velda’s ear, “Hasn’t Solanke’s revenge woken you up yet? Do you still think you’re the kingdom’s top female Gamma? Velda, you’re nothing. Ulrik mated with you out of novelty. If he truly valued you, he’d give you the Luna position, not make you a breeder.”
Velda’s face turned pale. “He’s keeping some face for you, but I don’t care about status.”
Adelaide grabbed her collar, then let go and smoothed it out.
Her voice was icy cold. “Do you think I need his face? And what have you gained by not caring about status? You came here to show off, thinking I’d hold back for my reputation?”
Her fingers gripped Velda’s chin, applying so much pressure that Velda’s tears welled up.
“Killing you would be too easy. But I want you to live and see the day you become the very woman you despise–one who understands the bitterness of a woman’s role in a family.”
Velda struggled and shouted, “Let me go!”
Adelaide didn’t release her, forcing her to look up. “Why do you think it’s safe to provoke me? Is it because I dissolved the bond quickly, making me seem weak? Or do you think every woman is still pining for Ulrik, so you come to vent your frustrations on me? You’re afraid to trouble the Ironclaw Pack but dare to come here? Luna Cynthia and Gloria are always polite to me.”
“You…” Velda saw ruthlessness in her eyes.
Had she misjudged Adelaide, who truly didn’t want Ulrik back?
“The Bloodscar Border and your family’s massacre are unrelated,” she said weakly.
“Whether they’re related or not, you know the truth,” Adelaide said, releasing her.
“Leave five hundred thousand dollars and get out of the Frostfang Pack. Bother me again, and I’ll break your legs.”
Velda’s jaw ached, but Adelaide looked terrifying.
She sat there for a moment, then coldly said, “At the southern border, you could have sent troops to save me but didn’t. You left me to suffer. I always thought it was because you resented Ulrik and me.”
Adelaide straightened up, her voice frosty. “That heartless man isn’t worth my time. To me, he’s worse than a dog, yet you still treasure him.”
“No! How could you not care? After all you did for the Bloodmoon Pack, how could you not love him?”
Velda grabbed Adelaide’s arm, her demeanor turning humble. “Love once had its place. You wouldn’t want
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him to betray his feelings and bond with a she–wolf he has no affection for. Go to him. If you tell him not to mate with Gloria, he won’t.”
Adelaide laughed coldly. “Look at yourself, Velda. You’ve become the very person you despised.”
“No, it’s different,” Velda said, breathing hard and staring blankly.
“I can’t accept him mating with Gloria. She’s a tramp.”
Adelaide sneered. “Believe me, she’s not as low as you. At least she’s polite. You, however, let Ulrik mark you on the battlefield. You’re the real tramp. In terms of morals, you and Ulrik are equally despicable.”
The insult enraged Velda.
She kicked at Adelaide’s stomach.
Without dodging, Adelaide struck her shin with her elbow.
Velda screamed in pain as Adelaide pinned her to a chair.
“Think carefully. What are you trying to achieve here?”
Velda struggled but only slipped her veil, revealing her scarred face.
Seeing Adelaide staring at her, Velda roared, “This is your fault! I’m here to confront you! You could have saved me but didn’t! You even stopped Ulrik from helping me!”
“Adelaide, you hate me for taking him, so you let Solanke humiliate me! You’re just jealous and hateful! Admit it! You’re a hypocrite!”
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Third Person’s POV
