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Chapter 131
Chapter 131
Third Person’s POV
Priscilla’s wolf growled discontentedly.
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She resented Adelaide and snapped at Omega Susan, “Summon Adelaide to the palace tomorrow. I want to see what she looks like–abandoned and still aiming to be a Lycan’s mate.”
Unable to sway Lance, she sought to intimidate Adelaide.
Don’t let military merits inflate her ego.
Earlier, she agreed; back then, Alpha Bentley was alive, and the Davis clan in the Frostfang Pack hadn’t been massacred.
Alpha Bentley’s subordinates were pillars of the army, and he had supported Lance.
But times have changed. Adelaide, already marked and family–less, was deemed by Priscilla as just a pretty face.
Moreover, rumors of Adelaide’s brutal training at the Shadow Peaks‘ Warscar Camp painted her as too savage for the Blackthorn Pack’s Luna role.
Priscilla’s disdain deepened. “Also, check if she still interacts with the Bloodmoon Pack. Any lingering ties mean she’s messing with her ex–mate, unfit to be Lance’s mate.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Susan replied, dispatching scouts.
They soon learned of Rosemary’s chaotic visit to the Frostfang Pack.
The incident was widely discussed, with onlookers condemning the Bloodmoon Pack’s bullying.
Susan’s sources confirmed the werewolves‘ sentiment.
However, upon reporting to Priscilla, she frowned.
“If Adelaide hadn’t botched things, why would the Tenar family cause a scene? Did that Shaman Digby really refuse treatment?”
“Yes, and Shaman Digby clarified it was due to Rosemary’s misconduct.”
Priscilla sneered, “Since when do doctors judge patients‘ character? As an outsider, how could he know the Bloodmoon Pack’s internal affairs? Clearly, Adelaide complained to him, and Digby, siding with her, denied the former Luna treatment.”
Susan suggested, “Maybe Shaman Digby resented Ulrik using his battle merits to bond with Velda, supported by the former Luna. Given his close ties to the Davidson family, this isn’t surprising.”
Priscilla, disgusted, insisted, “Regardless, one shouldn’t block others‘ paths.”
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“If the Luna Rosemary from Bloodmoon hadn’t been desperate, she wouldn’t have caused a disturbance. Isn’t the Tenar family already dishonored enough?”
Priscilla grew up sheltered and never engaged in court politics, thanks to Clarissa’s protection.
Her worldview was simplistic–she assumed that anyone causing a disturbance must be in the wrong, questioning why someone would kick up a fuss if they weren’t at fault.
Of course, her prejudice against Adelaide was the main issue. She was convinced that everything Adelaide does is wrong.
She simply couldn’t stand Adelaide.
She even once told Susan, “Even if Lance chose a rogue, it’d be better than Adelaide.”
Susan, though agreeing Adelaide was unworthy of Lance, refrained from inflaming the situation.
She simply said, “Perhaps Adelaide will back down tomorrow.”
The Frostfang Pack reported Priscilla’s invitation for Adelaide to the palace.
Beta Valentin and the omegas were anxious.
Known for her arrogance and limited tolerance, Priscilla was a formidable figure.
Valentin’s wolf ears pricked with anxiety. “This invitation carries Priscilla’s rose–thorn pheromones–a deliberate ‘mother wolf aura‘ play to suppress your Alpha aura.”
He displayed the letter, its rose sigil still oozing sulfur–laced dominance.
Valentin suggested, “Have Alpha Lance accompany you. With him, she can’t harass you too much.”
Adelaide laughed, “No need. Priscilla’s still in the palace; she’ll behave. Her insults won’t faze us.”
Omega Ivy, protective of Adelaide, argued, “We’ve done nothing wrong. Why should we endure her insults?”
Adelaide winked, “Valid point. Let’s shift and brawl with Priscilla, destroy her palace–how about that?”
Ivy, startled, quickly refused, “Absolutely not! That’s courting disaster.”
Beata chuckled, linking arms with Ivy, “Don’t worry. Alpha Adelaide’s not reckless. If Priscilla’s unreasonable, there’s always Lycan Luna Clarissa.”
Omega Ivy nodded but then shook her head, “Lycan Clarissa does favor Alpha Adelaide, but Priscilla is her sister. Clarissa’s notorious for spoiling her; we can’t count on her for help.”
Beata chimed in worriedly, “That’s true, but what can we do then?”
Her anxiety was evident.
