Third Person’s POV


    She quickly withdrew her wrist, her silver–blue pupils scanning the gray–temples Omega Susan beside her.


    The elder Omega’s wolf was in poor shape, its pheromones were intermittent, so she wouldn’t target it. Instead, she nced up and ordered a burly wolf–man guard to enter.


    Prisci’s fingers caressed the wolf–head crest ring–a symbol of her status <b>as </b>a royal priestess.


    pping someone upon meeting was a grave insult.


    Prisci wanted to see how much backbone this she–wolf, abandoned by Ulrik, truly had.


    She aimed to intimidate Adide into backing down, making it clear this p was just the beginning.


    A bear–like wolf–man guard marched in, frost–wolf totems on his pauldrons still dusted with unmelted


    snow.


    Upon receiving the order, he growled and swung his massive palm, reeking of sulfur pheromones, toward Adide’s face.


    Had the pnded, it could fracture an ordinary she–wolf’s cheekbone.


    Yet before his palm even touched her skin, a overwhelming giant wolf aura erupted from Adide.


    She didn’t lift a finger; her still–healing silver moon sigil on her nape emitted a cold glow.


    The guard was thrown back by an invisible force, crashing into an ornate chair and breaking it.


    Blood gushed from his throat, staining the moonstone floor a dark red. He nearly fainted from the pain.


    Prisci’s goosebumps stood on end, a chill running through her tailbone.


    She watched in shock as Adide remained motionless, her skirt not even fluttering. Only the Moon Goddess ne at her corbone gleamed faintly.


    The wolf guards hurriedly removed the injured guard, but his blood spilled onto Prisci’s chair. Despite the Omegas vigorously wiping it, a bloody stench lingered.


    Prisci<b>, </b>averse to filth, would never sit there again.


    Fortunately, recement chairs were readily avable.


    But Adide’s disy stunned everyone in the hall. Omega Susan, speechless and trembling, supported Prisci<b>. </b>


    As Prisci sat back down, she felt an overwhelming suffocation from Adide’s stunning presence–a feeling she’d once sensed from her son.


    Adide exuded the dignity of a wolf general.


    Fresh from the battlefield, Prisci imagined hearing the sounds ofbat.


    This only fueled her resentment.


    Taking a deep breath, Prisci coldly dered, “You know your ce. You’re unworthy of my son. I’ll overlook your insolence today for your Southern Border merits.” She paused, expecting gratitude.


    Adide raised her head, chin slightly lifted, her expression grave. “Thank you. As for whether I match Alpha Lance, that’s his call.”


    Infuriated, Prisci retorted, “He’s blinded now, but he’lle to his senses. You’re abandoned goods. Once his infatuation fades, he’ll discard you. You’ll lose everything. I’m warning you for your own good.”


    Adide rified, “My mate bond with Ulrik was dissolved, not rejected or broken. I initiated it. If anyone abandoned, it was me leaving him, not the Bloodmoon Pack abandoning me. Still, I appreciate your


    concern.”


    Prisci sneered, “No matter who abandoned whom, you’ve had a mate.”


    Adide countered, “The Moon Goddess allows Second Chances, proving she doesn’t limit each wolf to one mate. Even royal Lycans have multiple lovers.”


    “Lycan Erasmus himself said at the victory banquet that all she–wolves should emte me.”


    Prisci scoffed, “You’re quite the smooth talker. If all she–wolves were like you, the world would be in chaos.”


    “You think you’re a role model because of a few military merits?” Prisci sneered, “What about she–wolves who can’t <i>go </i>to war? Does that mean they can’t live?”


    This sounded familiar to Adide. She had once asked Velda simrly.


    Adide calmly shot back, “A role model doesn’t mean every she–wolf must fight. Lycan Erasmus praised my indomitable will, not just my battlefield achievements.”


    “Nonsense!” Prisci mmed the armrest.


    “This is Erasmus’s view. If you disagree, take it up with him,” Adide said evenly.


    Prisci sneered, “So you’ve charmed Lance with your beauty and wit? Your high–minded words mask a scheming heart. I know your game–you’re from a declining pack, alone, abandoned by the Bloodmoon Pack. You’re angling to attach yourself to royalty, to make those who once mocked you jealous and envious. You want to use your status to get back at them.”


    Adide smiled faintly, her eyes cold. “You overthink, Prisci. If I wanted revenge, I wouldn’t need to rely on anyone.”