Chapter 511
Third Person’s POV
Back at the cafe, they ate, paid, and headed to the car.
Mid–journey, Paisley stopped at a corner, slipped out, and hid briefly before stepping onto the main street. blending into the crowd.
She dressed simply for her outings, her only jewelry a silver hairpin.
Tracking her wasn’t easy, but she stayed
The Hutchinson mansion wasn’t far,
gilant anyway
Paisley walked up and found a car parked outside.
Eugene was helping Sibyl out, with Genevieve and an omega b
them.
“Wow, bad timing,” Paisley grinned. “You’re heading out?”
Genevieve smiled, “Long time no see.”
“Been busy lately. Just found time today to visit. Didn’t expect you to be leaving,” Paisley said. Sibyl pulled her close and said, “Perfect timing. Join us at the Spectrehowl Pack to check out a potential mate for Eugene.”
“A potential mate?” Paisley’s interest was piqued. “Is Spectrehowl setting him up with a she–wolf?”
Sibyl nodded. “Luna Cassia came by yesterday. She has a relative, a girl from the Shuman family in Fairfax County: She’s virtuous and graceful, though a bit older–widowed. She’s in the capital to find a mate.”
Paisley feigned concern. “That won’t do.”
“Good character is all that matters,” Sibyl insisted.
After helping Sibyl into the car, Paisley glanced at Eugene, who looked resigned.
The driver arrived, and Paisley climbed into the front seat.
Inside, Paisley learned from Genevieve that many had tried to set Eugene up, but none had impressed
him.
This dragged on, and Luna Cassia’s suggestion seemed promising.
The woman was in her mid–twenties, kind–hearted, and from Fairfax’s Shuman family.
Plus, she was willing to move to the capital for her mate. If Eugene was posted elsewhere, she’d follow.
Sibyl, disregarding Eugene’s objections, was determined to meet the woman.
Spectrehowl Pack had kept a low profile over the years.
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Hunt, a royal relative, was particularly discreet and well–regarded.
Previously, Madison was also well–liked; even after the incident, people’s memories faded, and it didn’t affect Spectrehowl Pack.
Thus, when Luna Cassia personally recommended her, Sibyl was genuinely interested.
“Eugene’s too picky. He’s rejected everyone. I’m getting anxious,” Sibyl said, worry etched on her face.
“You know about Gloria. She barged in unannounced. She’s re–mated, yet she still causes trouble. Another scene like that would disgrace both packs.”
This was another reason for Sibyl’s urgency.
Only finalizing Eugene’s re–mating could deter Gloria.
Paisley reassured her, “We’ll see. Even perfect matches need mutual affection.”
“Just don’t be so choosy. Join us and advise him if it’s a good fit,” Sibyl pleaded.
Paisley agreed. She was curious about Asa and wanted to meet her. “Sure, if she seems good, I’ll talk to Eugene.”
The Spectrehowl Pack was one of the kingdom’s ancient packs.
Yet, ancient packs often faced a dilemma—rapid population growth without enough land and resources to sustain wealth and prestige.
Alpha Quintilian, Hunt’s father, had led the pack into decline.
Generations of comfort had relaxed pack norms, leading the young to shun the hardships of education or combat training. Reliant on the pack’s reputation, they grew complacent.
Without Hunt and Madison’s mating, the pack/might have collapsed sooner.
Alpha Quintilian held no royal position, and few descendants entered public service.
Upon entering Spectrehowl Pack, Paisley noticed several places engraved with the family emblem–a testament to its former glory.
They didn’t want to be forgotten. There were two family crests in the packhouse alone.
The packhouse’s decor was a bit dated, but the furniture made of expensive wood showed quiet pride with
age.
For mating talks, fewer people were better, so Luna Cassia took them to the lounge before sendi for Astria.
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