Third Person’s POV


    Hearing it was a genuine Craig piece, Lance immediately grasped what had transpired.


    Silent, he scanned the crowd with a cold gaze.


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    Doug’s eyes were red–rimmed, his lips quivering as he demanded, “Why tear it? Who did this? Huh?”


    Guests nced at Madison, none daring to speak.


    Prisci, about to talk, was silenced by Madison’s icy stare–better to keep a low profile and let things settle.


    Adide dered loudly, “I’m Adide Davidson. This painting was my gift to Princess Madison. Veronica doubted its authenticity, and in her fury, Wanda tore it. Miss Watson insisted it’s genuine, prompting Madison to summon Mr. Watson for authentication.”


    Lance inwardly sighed, his suspicions confirmed.


    Prisci stared at Adide in shock–she’d offended Veronica in a single sentence!


    This woman was mad, taking on Madison and her daughter, now even provoking the Silverfeather Pack’s


    Luna.


    Doug and the Alphas present looked stunned.


    Someone had torn the painting based solely on suspicion? What if it was real? The truth now clear, their recklessness was evident.


    Doug growled low in his throat, his wolf–ws clenched on the table out of sheer discipline–he was heartbroken over the potential masterpiece’s destruction.


    Alpha Ansley, realizing his Luna Veronica had misjudged the painting’s authenticity, his pheromones darkened.


    Madison’s face was a mask of sternposure, though her re at Adide was venomous.


    She hadn’t anticipated Adide gifting a Craig original after the “Eternal Night Lone Wolf” statue incident.


    Nor had she expected Adide’s schoolmate to be the elusive master whose works the royal family coveted.


    Suppressing her rage<b>, </b>she tapped the wolf–head armrest rhythmically. “Hunt, escort our guests to the banquet hall. The feast begins shortly.”


    Hunt immediately released calming pheromones and guided thementing crowd out.


    Doug gently returned the ruined painting to the Omega’s hands, sighing, “If Craig knew his work was so mistreated, he’d be devastated.”


    Citing difort, he left early, untouched even by the banquet’s deer–meat appetizers.


    After Doug’s departure, Abigail also took her leave.


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    Her mother had long sensed Madison’s hostility toward Adide and wished to keep the family out of the


    conflict.


    Adide spoke up, “It seems I’ve upset Princess Madison today. Consider this birthday gift withdrawn. I’ll take the painting’s remains back.”


    She retrieved the painting from the Omega and scanned the full–moon priestess and Veronica–their awkwardness palpable.


    Madison’s fingers dug into the wolf–carved armrest, her knuckles whitening with frost.


    She’d always guarded the royal family’s dignity, yet today she’d been publicly humiliated during an art authentication, losing all face.


    As Adide rolled up the painting, Madison suddenly spoke, her voiceced with ice, “Rosemary, Shaman Digby was here earlier. Why not ask him why he refused your treatment?”


    The focus abruptly shifted to Rosemary, the old Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack.


    Rosemary’s heart sank as her wolf–ws clenched in her skirt–this was bad! If Digby was summoned and, with his notorious sharp tongue, revealed more embarrassing details, her social standing would be irreparably damaged.


    Once Madison decided to target someone, she’d mp down like a wolf with its prey, never letting go.


    She immediately ordered an omega to fetch Shaman Digby from the garden.


    Digby’s voice, aged and stern, carried a medicinal tang, “Rosemary’s wolf spirit is weakened by age, incurable. My special medicine is her only support now.”


    “I aided the Bloodmoon Pack out of respect for Miss Davidson. For a year, Adide cared for her day and night, funding monthly medicine costing a million. The source of these funds is obvious.”


    His pheromones carried a spicy herbal note. “But Rosemary was uncooperative, oftenining about the medicine’s cost while ignoring its ingredients. Had it not been for Adide’s pleas, I’d have ceased treatment long ago.”


    “As for continued supply, it’s merely due to Tamara’s unexpected snow–kneel. I value her filial piety. Otherwise, given the rarity of my medicine, why provide it to the ungrateful?”


    “Also, I have to say–Ulrik and Adide’s bonding was temporary. He never marked her. Her future bonds will not be affected.”


    With that, Digby left without a word to Madison.


    The spotlight shifted to Rosemary.


    More shockingly, Ulrik had never marked Adide?