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Third Person’s POV
Adide nced around the room, her lips curving into a faint smile as she retracted her ws.
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She exuded calming pheromones and said, “Seems like you have ‘double standards. Why’s it okay for you to spread rumors but not for me to speak the truth<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“I heard Madison invited Shaman Digby too. Should we have him here for a face–to–face<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Turning to Rosemary, she added meaningfully, “If you feel wronged, you can ask Digby yourself.”
Rosemary red at Adide, her old wound throbbing with rage.
The she–wolf, once meek by her bedside, now radiated an Alpha’s pressure, leaving Rosemary too intimidated to retort.
She bit her nails into her palm, mint pheromones crystallizing at her fingertips.
Should Digby truly arrive, she’d likely lose ess to his clinic’s medicine forever.
Wanda, cornered, snarled, “You’re just a she–wolf kicked out of your pack. What’s there to be proud of?”
Adide’s pupils slit, her wolf growling inwardly.
An overwhelming aura surged, her aggressive pheromones trembling the guests.
Many shuddered.
Her voice, edged with a wolf’s growl, carried clearly, “I wasn’t kicked out. I ended my bond with Ulrik on my own terms.”
Her w grazed her wolf–head dagger, reflecting Wanda’s sudden pallor. “I don’t care what you say behind my back, but in my presence, watch your tongue.”
“Though the Davidson family stands alone now, it’s not to be trifled with.”
The hall fell silent.
Many Lunas, attending Madison’s bash only out of obligation, felt a quiet triumph.
They’d attended too many such banquets to not recognize Madison’s habit of forming cliques and suppressing others, all while avoiding direct confrontation.
Madison typically used her daughter Wanda and other followers as front–line troops, often leaving opponents speechless.
But they’d picked the wrong target this time. Adide, the seemingly friendless female Alpha, was a true
Gamma.
Prisci felt a flicker of satisfaction.
Though no fan of Adide, she admired her bold stand against Madison and Wanda.
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“Adide, you’re amazing,” Melinda said, hurrying to Adide’s side, her eyes alight with admiration.
Madison finally spoke, her eyes cold. “Luna Skye, how are youtely?”
Luna Skye, already nervous over her daughter’s praise of Adide, trembled at Madison’s address.
She forced a smile. “Thank you for your concern. I’ve been managing well.”
After her quick reply, she urgently signaled her daughter. “Melinda, sit with me now!”
Ignoring her mother, Melinda stayed with Adide,ughing, “Mom, I want to chat with Adide more.”
Luna Skye’s face turned ashen, her wolf ears ttened with anxiety. “Come here first! We’ll talkter!”
Adide patted Melinda’s hand gently. “Go back to your mother. I still need to give Madison her gift.”
She took a scroll from Beata, whose face was flushed with anger, and walked toward the guest of honor’s
seat.
Her dress swayed gracefully with each step, her posture elegant and devoid of battlefield sternness.
Paired with her stunning looks and the ribbon in her hair, the crowd murmured in awe–she truly inherited her mother’s beauty, even surpassing Aire with an ethereal charm.
Madison, watching Adide approach, seethed with hatred.
Adide’s resemnce <i>to </i>Aire reminded her of past humiliations.
She suppressed her anger and masked her aggressive pheromones, forcing a falsely kind tone.
“Miss Davidson, how thoughtful. Hand your gift to the Omega.”
Adide’s voice softened, her earlier severity gone. “Happy birthday, Princess Madison. May you stay healthy.”
An omega stepped forward to take the scroll, but Wanda sneered, “Looks like an oil painting. Wonder if it’s by a master or just a street vendor.”
Adide replied coolly, “Even if it’s from the street, it’s my heart that counts.”
Pausing, she continued, “Just like the silver wolf–head statue Princess Madison gifted my mother when my father and brothers fell in battle, inscribed with ‘Eternal Night Lone Wolf. It was your gesture too, right?”
The room erupted in whispers.
No one had known about this.
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Alpha Bentley had died in battle for the kingdom, yet a royal princess had gifted a silver wolf–head statue with <b>a </b>curse? How malicious!
<b>Prisci </b><b>gasped</b>, blurt ing out, “Eternal Night Lone Wolf? <b>Isn’t </b>that a curse on the Frostfang Pack’s she- wolves to forever have no mate?<b>” </b>