Third Person’s POV


    Prisci froze, realizing she was outmatched.


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    Her initial n to p Adide and assert dominance had backfired–her own guard was injured before Adide even flinched.


    In all her years, Prisci had never suffered such humiliation.


    “The Frostfang blood runs wild,” she sneered.


    Her sulfurced pheromones faltered under Adide’s cold gaze.


    The she–wolf knelt on moonstone tiles, her fresh scar from the mate bond dissolution gleaming faintly–a mark of her resilience.


    Prisci, suppressing her dread, fidgeted with her wolf–head bone token. Meant to suppress Adide, it now burned under her Alpha aura.


    “Forget being the ckthorn Pack’s Luna,” Prisci dered, shaking her snow–wolf–haired cloak. “I’ll arrange a reliable mate for you to inherit your father’s pack.”


    Adide replied, “Thank you, but I’ve already agreed to bond with Alpha Lance. Integrity is fundamental; I won’t renege.”


    Prisci stared, struck by Adide’s aura of ancient wolf–king majesty. Even in a kneel, she exuded the Frostfang’s pride.


    What enraged her most was that Adide, dering her marriage to Lance, emitted no ingratiating pheromones.


    To her, the union seemed a casual pick, not a royal climb.


    Unwilling to let Adide leave so easily, Prisci resolved to deter her from Lance.


    Yet Adide remained unruffled, understanding that Prisci’s bluntness, while formidable,cked guile— easier to handle than deceitful types.


    She wouldn’t appease Prisci, nor tolerate being bullied.


    This marriage to Alpha Lance was a mutual arrangement, requiring no ttery from her side.


    Dealing with Prisci’s forthright nature was, in fact, easier than managing those with hidden agendas. While Prisci was domineering, shecked subtlety–a refreshing contrast to the duplicitous.


    Adide wouldn’t allow herself to be bullied by Prisci, just as she wouldn’t bully her back.


    Recalling Luna Rosemary of the Bloodmoon Pack, Adide was always treated kindly before Ulrik’s return, and she dutifully respected Rosemary in return.


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    However, after Ulrik’s victorious return altered Rosemary’s attitude, Adide no longer felt obliged to tolerate such treatment.


    “Stubborn!” Prisci mmed the table, her wolf ws leaving deep grooves.


    She was about to press further when light footsteps approached, a yful youthful voice calling out, “Mommy–”


    Princess Zelda burst in like a me of apricot fire. Freshly fifteen and posting–of–age, she still wore her silver wolf-car studs from the lunar ceremony.


    Her pure cedar pheromones, mark of royal lineage, softened on Adide’s approach, her eyes brimming with curiosity.


    Having heard omega’s chatter about Adide’s presence, Zelda rushed to meet her.


    She hadn’t expected to find her mother and Adide at odds.


    Adide looked up and met Princess Zelda’s gaze. “Princess Zelda, hello.”


    “Gamma Adide? Is it really you, Gamma Adide?”


    Zelda, delighted to find Adide in person, helped her up. “You’re the Southern Border hero!”


    “Zelda, why are you here?” Prisci’s roar, half–wolfish, dissolved into sighs under her daughter’s innocent


    stare.


    She watched Zelda assist Adide, noting the battle scar on her sleeve–a sucking wound, now golden- crusted in the morning light, resembling a medal’s gilt.


    “Mom, I heard Gamma Adide was here,” Zelda chided gently, “How could you make her kneel? She’s just back from war, still healing.”


    Prisci rolled her eyes. “Wolf generals‘ injuries are no rarity. Lycan Erasmus often fights and gets hurt


    too.”


    “If Lycan Erasmus is hurt, wouldn’t you be worried, Mom? Gamma Adide’s family would worry about her too,” Zelda said.


    Prisci snorted, “She has no family left. They’re all dead.”


    “Prisci, watch your words,” Adide interjected coldly, her wolf hackles rising.


    Her pheromones materialized into a spectral wolf head–the Frostfang banner’s totem. “My father and brothers died defending the Southern Border. My family was ughtered by the Western Tribe. This is a great misfortune for our kingdom. Your remark pains not only me but also Lycan Erasmus, the Royal Council, and all werewolves.”


    Mentioning this, Prisci felt a headacheing on.


    She never involved herself in politics or warfare.