<b>Third </b>Person’s POV
Before Christmas, the Bloodmoon Pack formally held the bonding ceremony for Ulrik and Velda.
As the future Luna of Bloodmoon, Velda’s ceremony drew significant attention.
Despite prior controversy surrounding Adide and Ulrik’s dissolved bond, the pair remained recognized by Lycan Erasmus.
Numerous wolf generals and royal members attended, filling the banquet hall with elegance and buzz.
Rosemary, eyeing the gift tableden with crystal champagne flutes and bespoke silverware, felt her spirits lift.
During the oath ceremony on the pack za, Velda stunned in <b>a </b>tailored wedding gown, her silver wolf–badge gleaming under
spotlights.
Rosemary beamed, recalling <b>Ulrik’s </b>mention that Lycan Erasmus credited Velda most for the Western Tribe peace treaty–a boon
to Bloodmoon’s reputation.
Yet as the ceremonymenced, chaos erupted.
<b>ording </b>to the guest list, Bloodmoon Pack <b>had </b>arranged 200 seats in the pack za.
<b>However</b>, Velda invited over a <b>hundred </b>wolf warriors, who stormed into Bloodmoon’s pack za and instantly upied half of
the tables.
As the <b>future </b><b>Luna</b>, Velda was supposed to wait in the lounge for the first dance. Instead, disregarding the fishtail of her <b>wedding </b>
<b>gown</b>, she strode over to the main table and personally poured tequ for these wolf warriors.
Herughter, mixed with militaryughter, echoed through the hall, while the clinking of metal cutlery against tes <b>drowned</b>.
out <b>the </b>string quartet.
The <b>seating </b>crisis was the most pressing issue.
Royal <b>guests</b>, council members, and <b>Alphas </b>or Lunas <b>from </b>other packs stood awkwardly on the rose–decorated za, champagne
They watched <b>helplessly </b>as <b>wolf </b>warriors seized their seats
A <b>Luna </b>adorned with a pearl ne <b>frowned </b>at the soldier devouring steak before her. Her tailored gown appeared overly formal and out of ce in <b>the </b>winter setting.
Rosemary hissed at <b>Tamara</b>, “<b>Didn’t </b><b>you </b>check the guest list?”
Tamara, flustered, struggled to <b>respond</b><b>. </b>Seeing the royal guests‘ stern expressions, Rosemary realized <b>the </b>gravity of the
situation
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Tamara, unaware of the additional wolf warriors, hadn’t prepared enough seats.
Velda had deliberately removed the warriors from the guest list, deeming them “above formalities.”
The guests were stunned. Over a hundred undisciplined individuals <b>had </b>stormed in, iming seats and helping themselves to food and drink, while jesting familiarly with the bride. The atmosphere was chaotic.
Some Alpha guests from powerful packs had never witnessed such a scene.
Bloodmoon, though not ancient, had a long–standing tradition. How could such disorder arise?
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A few guests, holding champagne flutes, waited politely for seating arrangements.
But as minutes ticked by, they grasped the situation.
A royal guest finally spoke, her handbag swinging gracefully. “Alpha Ulrik, apologies, but I have prior engagements. Congrattions on your ceremony.”
Ulrik was stunned. He hadn’t anticipated the soldiers‘ arrival.
Watching guests depart one by one, he felt each exit like <b>a </b>p to the face–humiliated and furious.
He stormed over to Velda<b>. </b>“With me. Now.”
Velda, <b>unfazed</b><b>, </b>winked at herrades. “Hold the fort!”
“Keen to mark me already?”
Velda slurred, her words drawing lewdughter.
The remaining guests, faces flushed with indignation, left without farewells.
Ulrik was beside himself with rage. These were some of the most influential wolves.
Watching the dignitaries exit, he felt his face flush with shame.
His wolf, restless in the chaotic atmosphere, couldn’t project <b>dominance</b>.
But his pupils, sharp with fury, had already slit.
He dragged Velda to the Packhouse, pacing furiously until he mastered his temper. “Why did you invite them without telling us? The guests are all gone. The entire royal court is <bughing </b>at us!”
Velda, still tipsy, bristled. “What’s so shameful? My buddies risk their lives–of course they belong here.”
She tugged at her gown’s strap, a detail she’d insisted on. “Let the royal wolves <b>see </b><b>what </b>true loyalty looks like.”
She believed this would impress the council, showing her camaraderie with warriors and winning their hearts.
So she drank heartily, oblivious to the scandal she’d caused.
She’d expected admiration, not realizing how her actions would be perceived.