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“You’re a Lycan, Alpha of the ckthorn Pack. If you sought a mate, countless Alpha daughters would vie for your attention. Yet you choose a she–wolf abandoned by her mate. Are you mad?”
Lance’s pheromones solidified, slicing through Prisci’s priestess robes.
“I don’t want to hear such words again. If you dislike her, you needn’t live in the ckthorn Pack. It’sfortable here in the pce.”
A hint of hurt flickered in Prisci’s eyes before she unleashed her authority. “What did you say? You’d disown me for that… that former bondmate? Lance, you’re such a bastard!”
Once, Prisci’s overwhelming pressure would have suffocated Lance.
But like the boy who cried wolf, while it once overwhelmed him, Lance had grown stronger.
Now, her fury merely signified her discontent.
Their fragile maternal harmony was remarkable.
After Prisci used him, Lance coolly replied, “I will mate with Adide for sure. Whether you ept her is your choice.”
Prisci’s rose pheromones twisted into thorny vines, forming a blood–red cor around Lance’s throat.
She raged, “The mate bond is a lunar goddess tradition. As your mother, I forbid it. Would you defy the Moon Goddess? Are you mad to choose a cast–off she–wolf reeking of Ulrik’s pheromones?”
As Lance rose, the frost wolf emblem on his armor glinted.
His cedar pheromones, icy as ciers, dispelled the blood–red vines. “Thanks for the reminder. Royal bonds are hosted by the former Lycan Luna, so my ceremony will be presided over by Lycan rissa.”
Prisci’s ws pierced her palm, rose–tinted blood sizzling on the lunar grass sigil. “You…”
Watching Lance stride away, Prisci’s tears fell in anger and helplessness.
She could never truly control her son.
No matter her appeals, he paid mere lip service, indulging her while harboring his own intentions.
She wondered where she’d failed.
She’d nurtured and strategized for him, earning the old Lycan King’s praise.
Yet despite her devotion, Lance remained emotionally distant.
That night, after the victory banquet, Lance was brought to her pce.
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She was happy. She prepared a soothing drink and a bath with wolf grass essential oil.
But he slept on the guest room lounge chair.
The next day, he left without a word. She awoke to an empty table and his absence.
Prisciy on her moon grass–iid couch, her rose sigil ring with fury.
Her wolf whimpered in frustration.
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Omega Susan’s mintced pheromones, carrying moon grass tincture, failed to suppress the sulfurced jealousy surging in Prisci’s nds.
She seethed with resentment toward Adide.
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Omega Susan soothed, “Don’t be upset. Alpha Lance is strong–willed. Perhaps he’s bewitched by her pheromones. Estrous she–wolves do attract mighty Alphas.”
“True. When Airelle sought a mate for Adide, many powerful Alphas pursued her. Why she chose Ulrik remains a mystery.”
Susan dabbed Prisci’s tears and continued, “She’s just a nobody. You needn’t rage so. If Lance insists, let him be.”
“Adide’s fair to look at, but constantpany breeds contempt. Even the most beautiful woman grows wearisome if she’s always jealous and temperamental. No man would tolerate that.”
“The ckthorn Pack won’t revolve around her. As Lycan royalty, Lance can have lovers and Breeders. If she shows her true colors, Lance might grow disgusted too.”
Prisci’s wolf growled a warning. “Still, as Lycan royalty choosing a former bondmate from a declining pack like the Bloodmoon, how can I hold my head high in the pce?”
Always prideful, Prisci disdained all in the royal pce except her sister, Lycan rissa.
Her daughter, Princess Zelda, was also mate–hunting.
Wilmot Greenwood of the Styxwarden Pack was on her list, but he was a wastrel, unlike Lance.
Prisci hoped Zelda’s mate would be learned and upright.
Yet Lycan Erasmus seemed pleased with Wilmot, and Zelda favored him too.
Now, with both children’s marriages unsatisfactory, Prisci’s pride was deeply wounded.