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Chapter 449
Third Person’s POV
Adelaide whispered to Lance, their voices too low for others to hear.
The maid and bodyguard strained to listen but caught nothing.
After a while, Lance nodded, and Adelaide said, “Very well, we’ll journey back to the capital together.
The maid breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, you’re as kind as a goddess,” she said.
“What’s your name?” Adelaide asked.
The maid bowed. “I’m Dorothy,” she replied.
Adelaide then turned to the bodyguard. “And you?” she asked.
“I’m William,” he responded in a rough voice. He appeared burly and simple–minded, but appearances could be deceiving.
Adelaide asked a few more questions but garnered no useful information. Clearly, she hadn’t expected to.
Deep into the night, Doctor Digby discreetly activated a hidden spray in his sleeve. The wolfsbane–derived sedative, odorless and colorless, spread through the air.
The driver, William, and Dorothy’s wolf glands soon relaxed, their breathing deepened, and they slumped unconscious.
This spray was ten times more effective at inhibiting werewolf neural activity than conventional sleeping potions.
In the room, Ramona knelt before Adelaide and Lance. Her lilac pheromones grew thick with sorrow, like rain–dampened petals.
Her wolf ears pressed tightly against her head. “Madison wanted me to seduce Alpha Lance, to sow discord between you two and break your mating. Because I have some basic combat training, Madison thought Alpha Lance would prefer that type of she–wolf,” she explained.
Lance’s white musk aura formed an impenetrable barrier around the room.
Upon hearing this, his brow subtly furrowed, and a cold gleam flashed in his vertical pupils.
Ramona’s pheromones suddenly sharpened, tinged with a metallic tremor: “But I refused. I knew even if I did, she wouldn’t spare my mother
“Wilorina and I are twin sisters. She joined the Soulrend Pack and completed her mission, yet another task awaits her.”
“My mother can’t even move freely–she’s imprisoned in Madison’s dungeon. It’s damp and dark, perpetually reeking of rust and despair.”
She raised her head, her wolf eyes dilating with fear and fury, her pheromones intensifying.
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With desperate resolve, she pleaded, “Luna Adelaide, Alpha Lance, please help me rescue my mother In return, I’ll serve you however you wish.”
Paisley sat on a sofa nearby, her wolf claws unconsciously leaving shallow marks in her palm. She clearly despised such intrigue but held her tongue, listening intently.
Adelaide’s cedar pheromones remained steady as she finally spoke, her tone calm yet laced with a hint of sharpness, “How many siblings do you have?”
She knew Madison had provided Hunt with numerous breeders, their pheromones long suppressed by Madison’s aura.
Like caged birds, outsiders had never seen their true forms, and the number of their offspring remained a mystery.
“Eight, but I don’t know the exact number. Only eight of us are still alive. As for any brothers, none have survived–they’re killed at birth,” Ramona replied.
Paisley seethed with anger. “What about your father, Hunt? Doesn’t he care? Those were his sons!”
Ramona’s face twisted with rage. “Care? He’s both powerless and terrified of Madison. He dares not cross her, fearing retaliation against our family.”
“I don’t get it. Why these matters can’t be reported to Lycan Erasmus and Lycan Clarissa?” Paisley asked.
Ramona’s eyes blazed with hatred. “Madison is ruthless; she leaves no evidence. Without proof, Lycan Erasmus and Lycan Clarissa won’t raid her estate.”
Adelaide explained to Paisley, “Madison’s birth mother was once a favored priestess of the old Lycan King’s father, so he indulged Madison.”
“Some things were turned a blind eye to. Now that Lycan Erasmus rules, he won’t interfere in his aunt’s family affairs unless presented with evidence.”
“Unfortunately,” Ramona continued, “Madison doesn’t appreciate the old Lycan King. She resents him for not approving her mate with Luna Adelaide’s father. She despises him intensely.”
“Because my father mated with Madison, and the title continued for two generations, the Shuman family is entirely dependent on Madison. They wouldn’t dare oppose her.”
Lance recalled an old memory. “At a royal Christmas Eve banquet, I saw Hunt crying behind a rockery, drunk. He was young then, and he actually confided in me about Madison’s estate. He told me a breeder had a child and argued with Madison over something. Madison threw the child to the ground, killing it and the breeder.”
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