Adide’s Poy
After handing over pack management, I secluded myself.
I only interacted with the Omegas and guards from <b>Frostfang</b>, even dining in my private kitchen.
Meals were prepared by Omegas Ivy and Jessica<b>. </b>
Recalling how I’d disbanded the Frostfang guards and Omegas I’d recruited, I knew Bloodmoon was in chaos.
Tamara had to temporarily promote low–ranking wolves to fill patrol gaps.
With the bonding ceremony approaching, guard shortages worsened.
The recruits I’d <b>trained </b>were long gone, and the remaining Omegas struggled to support the Tenar family.
Word reached me that when Tamara reported to Rosemary, the old matriarch raged, demanding I fund the crisis.
Vanya approached me next, but left without requesting more funds.
Omega Jessica informed me Bloodmoon was <b>selling </b>assets.
“Expected theirst resort,” I said.
<b>Jessica </b>fumed, “When the pack was broke before, you used Frostfang assets. Why not sell shops now?”
“Not the same,” I smiled. “Luna Rosemary’s waiting <b>for </b>Velda and Alpha Ulrik to earn more merits. Then she’ll reap the
rewards.”
Beata snorted. “You used Frostfang wealth to sustain Bloodmoon, hoping Alpha <b>Ulrik’s </b>merits <b>would </b>earn Lycan Erasmus’s favor.
But they used his merits to justify Velda.”
I put down my pen. “I was naive, hoping Lycan Erasmus’s <b>decree </b>dissolving our bond woulde quickly. We could leave and
escape their <b>drama</b>.”
But days <b>passed </b>with no <b>word </b>from Lycan Erasmus.
Rosemary’s health worsened.
Without Digby’s herbs, her wolf spiraled.
I relented, thinking if I let them part <b>amicably</b>, I could ask Digby to treat her–on their <b>dime</b>.
Rosemary’s <b>wolf </b>spirit was critically weakened. The entire <b>Alpha </b>family <b>was </b>preupied with her care.
Ulrik finally <b>brought </b>a royal healer to stabilize <b>Rosemary</b>.
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When he stormed into my house that night, I <b>was </b>awake.
His half–wolf form tore through the wards, cedar and blood hitting me at once.
“Guards, <b>Beata</b>–<b>leave</b>,” I ordered, my Alpha cars pricking
“Get Digby by next moonrise, or else,” he growled, his three–meter frame casting shadows, <b>venom </b>dripping from fangs.
1 <b>bared </b>silver ws. “Or else what?”
He smashed a w into the wall. “Or I reject and exile you!”
I met his gaze. “Exile?”
“Fully,” he sneered. “You’ve failed as Luna–I can reject and exile you!”
“Atst, you’ll sever the mate bond,” I said. “I’ll wait for your rejection<b>.</b>”
His slit pupils narrowed. “Know this–if I exile you, Frostfang’s assets <b>stay</b>.”
Iughed<b>. </b>“Keep <b>them</b>. Tomorrow, invite the <b>Davis </b>n elders and the original bond witness. Announce the rejection and exile-
I’ll leave immediately.”
Ulrik jabbed his finger at me. “Midday tomorrow. Be prepared!”
He shattered the wall on his way out.
Jessica <b>rushed </b>in, aghast. “Luna Adide, if you’re exiled, <b>he’ll </b>steal Frostfang’s wealth!”
Beata’s eyes <b>reddened</b>. “Luna Aire gave you half <b>Frostfang’s </b>assets!”
I slumped in my chair, recalling his <b>vicious </b>look. My heart ached.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t expect anything <b>from </b>this year–it was my mother who chose him as <b>my </b>mate, after all.
“Those assets may not leave with him,” I whispered. “Exiling mees at a cost.
“True,” Jessica said. “You’ve managed the pack well. <b>Exiling </b>you so abruptly–the Royal Pack won’t ignore it. The media will
crucify him.”
“Fearless or <b>not</b>, he might <b>proceed</b>,” Beata worried.
My concerny elsewhere–Would Lycan <b>Erasmus </b>reverse course?
Cultivating new warriors might make him hesitate to nullify my bond with Ulrik
But Frostfang’s wealth was secure. Bank ounts and stocks could be transferred; family business shares were already in
<b>Frostfang’s </b>name.
They’d only get
They’d only get jewelry <b>and </b>furniture–losses, but not crippling.
If Ulrik pushed this far, I’d fight back..
Jessica spat, “You offered to call Digby for him?
Worthless!”