Chapter 241
Chapter 241
Third Person’s POV
Priscilla had to meet numerous guests daily at the Blackthorn Pack.
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As Lance’s mother, she was the center of attention, changing clothes five or six times a day, cach outfit matched with multiple sets of jewelry.
Previously, in the palace, no one paid attention to her attire.
Now it was different–over the past two days, she’d hosted countless guests, many of whom she hadn’t. recognized.
Seeing the guests‘ humility before her, Priscilla’s vanity was thoroughly satisfied.
Adelaide wasn’t yet the Blackthorn Pack’s Luna.
Priscilla planned to throw more parties and flex her authority once Adelaide officially became the Luna.
If Madison could entertain guests, so could she.
After the mating ceremony, Priscilla intended to visit the jewelry store to investigate its performance.
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Madison and Wanda hadn’t arrived yet, likely planning to come tomorrow for the ceremony.
Having changed several times, Priscilla concluded her day’s showing off and strolled through the yard of the future villa shared by Lance and Adelaide.
The yard was filled with plum blossoms, which Priscilla didn’t particularly like.
She’d suggested replacing them with roses, but/Lance insisted on keeping them,
Fortunately, after two or three transplants, the plum trees hadn’t bloomed, offering some comfort.
However, Priscilla was far from pleased with the villa yard.
The complex connected two large courtyards, each with a main building on the east and west sides.
Additional rooms were built on the north side for their
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caretakers.
The idea of omegas sharing a yard with the Alpha and Luna was preposterous to Priscilla.
Lance had never treated pack omegas this way before. Could this be in preparation for Adelaide?
The special treatment for Adelaide made Priscilla wonder if Lance had forgotten his past love.
Men sure were fickle. Before, Alpha Lance said he’d never take a mate. Now he was all set to mate with Adelaide.
Priscilla felt conflicted.
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When Alpha Lance went to war, he always refused to think about finding a mate.
His letters were so firm about it. Priscilla even thought he’d stay single forever.
Yet upon his triumphant return, he announced his plan to mate with Adelaide,
Though Adelaide had broken her previous mating bond, at least she could end Alpha Lance’s bachelor days.
Plus, after checking, Priscilla found out Adelaide and Ulrik never finished the full marking. That was why she reluctantly accepted it.
Priscilla and Susan entered the east villa, where the foyer displayed a silver–gray moon goddess totem
frame.
New furniture was draped in ivory satin dust covers, cach adorned with champagne–colored satin bows- even the Baroque–styled metal partition bore a garland of white roses and silver ribbons.
“How quaint,” Priscilla muttered, “so many ribbons. Did I raise a son or a daughter? Why the obsession with French court style?”
The inner chamber was bathed in ivory and champagne gold.
A custom–made four–poster bed boasted ivory velvet sheets and hollow–lace ivory canopies.
The room, though unoccupied, was climate–controlled and filled with cedar and white peach fragrances.
Italian minimalist furniture dominated–cream leather sofas paired with obsidian coffee tables, a crystal floor lamp in the corner, yet notably absent was Priscilla’s beloved Rococo–styled carved cabinet.
Recalling Lance’s past jibe about her Baroque–styled dressing table being overly elaborate, Priscilla saw this “minimalism” for what it was–a budget splurge on custom closets and smart climate systems.
Rubbing her temples, Priscilla said to Susan, “I don’t like Adelaide.”
Susan chuckled, “That’s hardly a secret.”
But Priscilla was unsettled.
“She’s been overly attentive, sending several of Craig’s paintings.”
“That’s a good thing,” Susan said, puzzled. “Why are you upset?”
Priscilla rolled her eyes. “I’m not pleased! Accepting gifts makes it hard to be strict. She’s trying to win me over with presents, making it difficult to assert my authority.”
“It’s different,” Susan reasoned. “As the new addition to the Blackthorn Pack and future Luna, she should heed your guidance.”
Priscilla nodded. “You’re right. I should guide her. Gifts shouldn’t undermine that.” She glanced around the room and huffed, “In a few days, I’ll pick out new furniture. That lounge chair in my room is uncomfortable–I’ll replace it with an oak one.”
“Right away,” Susan replied.
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Susan laughed as she left with her Priscilla could have whatever she wanted. If she had no money of her own, well, using her son’s was only natural.
Susan had grown up with Priscilla and considered her family.
Unable to return to her original pack, she resolved to care for Priscilla for life, finally finding peace,
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