Chapter 152
Third Person’s POV
Ever since Sabrina laid eyes on Alpha Lance, her gaze became transfixed, her heart racing.
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She had fantasized about becoming his lover or even a breeder in the Blackthorn Pack—a humble position she’d gladly accept, given her family’s decline in the Bloodmoon Pack.
But now, hearing that Adelaide, the former Luna nearly expelled from their pack, was to become Lance’s mate, jealousy gripped her like a vice.
Her agitation was palpable, her mint pheromones laced with envy.
“You’re nothing but Alpha Ulrik’s discarded mate! How dare you aspire to be Alpha Lance’s Luna?” she spat.
“Silence!” Rosemary’s wolf claws shattered the ornate armrest, moonstone shards scattering as her pheromones flared with sulfuric fury.
As the former Bloodmoon Pack’s Luna, she knew what Adelaide’s cedar pheromones with silvergrass undertones signified–pure Alpha lineage.
Moreover, today’s guests were all connected to the royal family. Any scandal here would tarnish Sabrina’s reputation irreparably.
Realizing her improper behaviors, Sabrina paled and retreated behind her mother, her eyes still venomously locked on Adelaide.
Yet Sabrina had vocalized what many unpaired she–wolves felt but wouldn’t voice.
No matter how envious or downhearted they were, their breeding forced them to keep those feelings hidden.
Wanda sneered, “Priscilla, you’ve always been so proud, insisting your son’s exceptional. Now you want him to bond with a former mate? This’ll be the talk of the town in half a day, turning you into a joke.”
Turning to Adelaide, she mocked, “You think you’re good enough to be Alpha Lance’s Luna? Know your place and stop embarrassing yourself.”
The remarks drew uneasy laughter from the crowd.
Priscilla, trembling with rage, could only glare helplessly at Wanda and then at Adelaide.
Adelaide, however, remained composed. “I’m a battle–hardened wolf who’s also graced the royal court. It’s an honor many envy. If Wanda’s so envious, perhaps she should reflect on her own shortcomings.”
With a cool smile, Adelaide continued, “I see no shame in my actions. Can the same be said for you?”
“As the daughter of a royal Lycan princess, educated in the palace, you resort to vicious words and tear up paintings without understanding them. Your impulsiveness and rudeness are the real embarrassments.”
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“Your talk of me leaving implies a dismissal. But I’ve been invited by Madison and brought a gift. Now you want to drive me out?”
“Is this how you treat guests? Or did you invite me just to humiliate me in public? Do you think I’d be shamed after parting ways with Ulrik and endure your taunts?”
“Shame me?” Adelaide’s wolf bared its fangs in her mind. She deliberately unleashed her Alpha aura, causing lower–ranking wolf–servants‘ neck glands to bristle.
Absently stroking the wolf–head dagger at her waist, she added, “You’re in for a disappointment. I’ve done nothing wrong. The one who should be ashamed isn’t me. My parents‘ blood is fused with the Southern Border’s frozen soil. As for you, Wanda——”
Her gaze swept over Wanda’s ear, where wolf hair hadn’t fully receded. “Disrespecting elders and speaking insolently to the new moon priestess of the royal Lycan King—your lack of respect and filial piety reflect poorly on your upbringing. I wonder what your parents must think……”
Turning to Madison, she continues, “No wonder you’re Madision’s daughter. Your mother Madison once gifted our family a silver wolf statue inscribed with ‘Eternal Night Lone Wolf‘ after my parents sacrificed their lives for the kingdom–a evil curse if ever there was one. Naturally, you’d been taught ill–manners. I need no expulsion. I’d rather not associate with your kind. Farewell!”
“Beata,” Adelaide called to her omega companion, her wolf ears flattening with anger. “Pack up. The stench of corruption here is overwhelming, and the air reeks of restless wolf spirits.”
Suddenly, she looked up, her nostrils flaring. “Can’t you smell it? At least three omega corpses, glands gouged out, lie buried three floors down–their rot, laced with wolfsbane, outstinks the Bloodmoon Pack’s brine pits.”
Madison’s claws tore through her silk skirt with a screech. “Adelaide, how dare you——”
“You may seek atonement at the lunar altar,” Adelaide said, her cape sweeping over the debris as the Frostfang Wolf emblem on her waist glimmered in the candlelight. “Wolves stripped of their glands don’t reach the Moon Goddess’s realm. Their spirits linger forever.”
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