Third Person’s POV
Adide nodded. “Certainly, but I’ll need Alpha Ulrik to sign an IOU first.”
“Absurd!” Rosemary snapped<b>. </b>
Adide leaned in, her voice soft as she steadied Rosemary’s back. “Don’t overexert yourself. Your herbs onlyst five days, and Shaman Digby won’t return after that.”
“What did you <b>say</b><b>?</b>” Rosemary’s
bony ws dug into Adide’s wrist, her moonstone bracelet biting into the skin.
Luna Rosemary had forgotten Adide’s Frostfang Alpha blood.
As aura mounted, Adide’s muscles instinctively tensed.
Sabrina seized the moment, shoving Adide’s shoulder. The second her fingers made contact, a wave of Alpha aura erupted
from Adide.
Sabrina stumbled backward, knocking over a chair. Her golden–tipped ears red in terror, pupils shrinking to slits under the moonlight–she’d caught the unmistakable scent of Alpha dominance.
“<b>You </b>you used aura on <b>me</b>?”
Adide examined the red marks on her wrist, her pheromones lingering like an invisible caress.
Rosemary gasped, releasing her grip as if she’d touched burning opal, her withered <b>ws </b><b>trembling </b>in the air.
“Sabrina,” Adide said, adjusting her sleeve, her tone as calm as if discussing tomorrow’s patrol. “Shaman Digby <b>said </b>he won’t
return. If you doubt it, confront him yourself.”
Sabrina stared at the fading temporary mark on <b>Adide’s </b>neck–a stark contrast to the meek Luna who once gently distributed
cornflowers in the <b>pack </b>square.
Her throaty usation dissolved <b>into </b>a reluctant <b>whimper</b>, <b>and </b>under Adide’s cold gaze, she bowed her head.
Rosemary let out a broken growl. “How dare you suppress Sabrina with your Alpha <b>aura</b>?”
Adide quirked a smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Gazing at the blood moon outside<b>, </b><b>her </b>pupils slit like a wolf’s in the moonlight, she added, “Just remembered–Frostfang’s
s <b>daughter </b>isn’t a wrist to be grabbed lightly.”
With that, Adide turned and left, the room’s <b>chaos </b><b>swallowed </b>by night.
She immediately sent an Omega to fetch him, but Digby <b>didn’t </b><b>appear</b><b>, </b>only sending a message <b>via </b>the duty healer.
Rosemary refused to belleve Shaman Digby wouldn’te. He’d delivered medicine yesterday and detailed her condition.
<b>avia </b>
The message, delivered verbatim, nearly sent Rosemary into <b>a </b>rage.
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The duty healer ryed Digby’s message, “Don’t call me again. Bloodmoon’s actions are disheartening. Treating wolves with
such poor conduct makes me unhappy. As a rogue, <b>I </b>answer to no pack.”
Rosemary fumed, “She must’ve ordered Digby to stop treating me. How heartless! When she bonded with Ulrik, I thought her
gentle. But she’s plotting my death without his medicine.”
Alpha Isaiah stayed silent, clearly displeased<b>, </b>feeling Luna Adide had <b>grown </b>disobedient.
He’d expected a tantrum, not a cutoff of his mate’s medicine–this was crossing a line.
When Alpha Isaiah summoned his second son, Wilmot, the young wolf was gnawing on a dried deer bone.
“Bring Ulrik home,” Alpha Isaiahmanded, mming the oak table and sending moonstone dust drifting. “By any means
no more stress for your mother.”
“Yes, Father!” Wilmot bolted out, aware Adide’s “outbursts” weren’t baseless, but knowing his father prized pack dignity over
truth.
Sabrina, meanwhile, stormed to Adide’s cottage–only to find the door locked.
“Adide, get out here!”
“Think hiding will save you? In Bloodmoon, <b>you </b>stay hidden forever!”
Beata’s voice came from the door. “You wanted your <b>things </b>back? Return them first, then talk.”
Sabrina snapped, “Why should I? She gave them to me. You don’t take back gifts!”
She’d meant to return them–until she realized how many of her jewels and dresses were gifts from Adide. Returning them
would leave her with nothing decent.
Beata’s calm reply cut through her anger. “Gifts don’t give you leave to insult.”
Speechless<b>, </b>Sabrina stormed off.
Beata returned inside, furning. <b>“</b>Greedy <b>wolves</b>. <b>Where’s </b>Lycan King’s decree?”
“Can’t wait either,” Adide said with a faint smile.
“Luna Rosemary won’t me you. <b>You </b>honored her wishes–<b>Ulrik’s </b>the <b>one </b>who broke the bond.”
<b>Beata’s </b><b>eyes </b>glistened. “This is Bloodmoon’s fault, not yours.”
Adide sighed softly. “<b>Serving </b>as Luna isn’t the Frostfang Alpha bloodline’s destiny.”