Third Person’s POV


    Watching Tommy drive away, Caldwell sighed.


    Alt hough Alpha Lance adhered to tradition, he’d still bond with Miss Davidson despite Prisci’s opposition, even without Lycan Erasmus’s backing.


    Over at the Frostfang Pack, Adide received word that Alpha Lance would visit.


    If it were military business, he’d summon her directly. So why the personal visit?


    Clearly, it wasn’t about military affairs.


    She suspected it was about his offer of a royal position.


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    She instructed Valentin to prepare for the visit but nned to consult Shaman Digby about Sidney’s health.


    Sidney was the one who presided over the bonding ceremony between Ulrik and her.


    But after she dissolved the mate bond, Sidney never inquired about it, so she assumed Sidney was


    unaware<i>. </i>


    Sidney’s illness was likely known to Doctor Digby.


    Adide worried that Sidney’s illness might have worsened, especially since Digby probably informed Sidney’s Omega, who didn’t ry the information to her.


    She sent Beata instead of going herself, as her current role as a meritorious hero left her constantly swarmed and unable to move freely.


    The whole situation had be a subject of gossip, especially with the added drama from the Bloodmoon Pack


    Beata returned hourster with medicines and skincare items from Digby.


    “He said your previous medicine must be gone. Injuries need proper care. These pills and herbs are for a month to prevent future pain,” Beata exined.


    Adide nced at the items and spotted various herbs… along with topical whitening and skincare products.


    “This must have cost a fortune,” Adide said with a smile, shaking her head. “Doctor Digby is more than happy to give me the best medicine. Beata, send some of these herb to Elder Halsey.”


    “When we arrived, Beta Valentin took some and had them delivered,” Beata said with a grin.


    Adide nodded slightly. Valentin was so thorough in his work that she didn’t need to worry about a thing.


    That night, after brushing her teeth and drinking milk, Adidey in bed.


    For the first two days after returning from the battlefield, she slept like the dead.


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    But as her exhaustion faded, sleep evaded her. Even when she dozed off, nightmares gued her.


    Her father, brothers, and other family members–once vibrant and full of life–now stood before her in dreams, drenched in blood. After such nightmares, she would wake and lie awake for the rest of the night.


    Adide also recalled that when the Frostfang Pack was massacred, she had to rely on sleeping pills to sleep after returning to the Bloodmoon Pack to handle the aftermath.


    Digby had been mindful of her struggles.


    Bitterness and sourness filled her mouth, mirroring the emotions that welled up inside her unexpectedly.


    But she’d learned to mask them, to keep her face devoid of any hint of these feelings.


    Those around her were perceptive. Even the slightest sign of sadness or a momentarypse in focus drew immediate concern and pity from them.


    The next morning, Lance arrived with Tommy.


    Adide had just finished breakfast, thinking he woulde in the afternoon at the earliest, and had prepared drinks.


    She hurried out with Beata to greet him, only to find Lance already seated in the Packhouse conference hall.


    Having seen his battle–hardened peers in casual attire so often, Adide was momentarily stunned by Lance’s formal appearance.


    Dressed in a dignified blue suit with cloud patterns and ck shoes, he exuded an air of refined authority andposure.


    His noble demeanor entuated his sharp features, making him look handsome and charismatic.


    Adide felt underdressed in her thin smoke–colored top and pleated skirt.


    Lance rarely saw her like this.


    Previously in the Shadow Peaks, she was always in red, ponytailed with a red ribbon, vibrant and eye- catching.


    “Alpha Lance!”


    Lance nodded and requested privacy.


    If others sought private talks, Beta Valentin would insist on attendants.


    But given Lance’s Alpha status and Adide’s Gamma rank, Valentin assumed their discussion was


    military–grade confidential.


    He cleared the room, shut the door, and barred entry.


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    Lance, holding his teacup, lightly pressed the patterns on its rim with his slender fingers, his expression rather grave.


    After a short wait, Adide looked up at him, her eyes tinged with confusion. “Alpha Lance, is this about the Southern Border…”


    “No!” Lance cut her off, drained his coffee, and set the cup down. “I’m here for personal matters, not military business.”


    Adide made a sound of understanding. Personal matters?


    What personal matters could there be between her and Alpha Lance?