Chapter 245
Third Person’s POV
Adelaide abruptly stood up inside the room. “Quick! See if it’s Pasley and others arriving… Where’s Beata?”
Beata had already rushed to the street corner. Spotting the extended Lincoln motorcade following closely behind, she felt a mix of heartache and warmth. Those who had promised to stay away had appeared in
such a manner.
Upon hearing the list of gifts from the Ancient Moon Pack, tears finally fell from Adelaide’s
eyes.
Avery, who always claimed the Ancient Moon Pack was impoverished, had gifted something so extravagant–it must have drained the pack’s annual budget.
The most astonishing was the Crimson Flame Pack’s gift list. “One kilogram of Tasmanian black pearls, three Colombian emerald display pieces, a Stradivarius violin replica, eighteen carats of pigeon’s blood rubies, eighteen carats of blue sapphires, and ten sets of Frette custom bedding…”.
As onlookers used Google to estimate the jewelry’s value, the entire street erupted upon discovering the Crimson Flame Pack’s gifts totaled over ten million dollars.
Gloria clenched her wedding gown’s hem, finally realizing those eight trucks weren’t ordinary—they carried symbols of wealth capable of upending the city’s social hierarchy.
After the Crimson Flame Pack came the Digby Medical Center, which sent various precious herbs.
Following them, other packs also gifted rare treasures.
Gloria grew increasingly despondent with each announcement.
Adelaide, too, trembled with emotion, barely registering the gift lists and focusing only on the names of the packs.
Many she had no prior dealings with–clearly, Irene had alerted them.
Finally, after six or seven more pack names, Adelaide heard Leonard’s voice, “The Warscar Training Camp, in celebration of Adelaide’s mating ceremony, presents ten buildings in the Chain Shopping Malls and two estates beneath the Shadow Peaks.”
This declaration echoed down the long street, likely audible for miles.
The Warscar Training Camp sending a gift? Adelaide was indeed from the camp, but as a mere student.
The magnitude of this gift stunned all who heard it.
Gloria, with her makeup slightly heavy to cover a few freckles, suddenly turned pale.
“What? The Warscar Training Camp’s gift?”
“Ten shopping mall buildings and two estates?”
“Impossible, it must be a hoax.”
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“What happened?” she shouted hoarsely.
Back at the Frostfang Pack, Adelaide covered her mouth with one hand, tears streaming uncontrollably
Irene, playing such a trick!
After days of suspense, they announced the gift at the last minute–did they want her to ruin her makeup with tears?
Beata, who had been following the motorcade, turned at the commotion.
Recognizing the Warscar Training Camp’s members, she sprinted back, exclaiming, “Alpha Adelaide, so many people are here! Your mentor Irene and Klein are here too–so many guests!”
Adelaide ran out in her wedding gown. Seeing Irene, her tears fell like broken beads. She stamped her feet in agitation, spinning in place, her diamond headpiece askew. She wiped her tears repeatedly, her vision blurred by the endless stream.
A tall figure stopped before her, his tone brimming with fondness yet tinged with helplessness, “You used to fight till you were bruised and bloody without shedding a tear. Why are you so tearful now? Don’t embarrass me by claiming to be my student when you go out.”
Calloused hands gently wiped her cheeks, removing the tears. Irene smiled, though sorrow lurked in her eyes. “Stop crying. Your makeup is so beautiful today. Now look what you’ve done, smudging it all. Is your beauty mark fake? Why is it smudging too?”
Adelaide, a sobbing mess, choked out, “Irene, you lied to me! You said you were coming and then you weren’t. Now you show up at the last minute. You’ve kept me sleepless for nights on end. I’m about to leave, and you finally arrive.”
She wiped her eyes again and again until she could finally see clearly–the people filing in were Irene, Klein, Craig, Prunella, Leonard… even representatives from the Crimson Flame Pack with a group of members.
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Paisley pulled funny faces, though her eyes reddened as she did so.
Representatives from the Ancient Moon Pack and many other packs she’d never met stood behind Irene, smiling at her with tears glistening in their eyes.
The motorcade had already departed. In half an hour, she would undergo the mating ceremony.
Lance had said he would come to escort her personally, and now her smeared makeup would require the stylists to touch it up again.
But Adelaide couldn’t stop her tears. She playfully punched Irene, then Craig, but when it came to Prunella, she couldn’t bring herself to hit her. Instead, she embraced her. “Prunella, I thought you weren’t coming. I’ve been so heartbroken, thinking you all didn’t want me anymore.”
