Third Person’s POV


    Ever since Sabrinaid eyes on Alpha Lance, her gaze became transfixed, her heart racing.


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    She had fantasized about bing his lover or even a breeder in the ckthorn Pack—a humble position she’d dly ept, given her family’s decline in the Bloodmoon Pack.


    But now, hearing that Adide, the former Luna nearly expelled from their pack, was to be Lance’s mate, jealousy gripped her like a vice.


    Her agitation was palpable, her mint pheromonesced with envy.


    “You’re nothing but Alpha Ulrik’s discarded mate! How dare you aspire to be Alpha Lance’s Luna?” she spat.


    “Silence!” Rosemary’s wolf ws shattered the ornate armrest, moonstone shards scattering as her pheromones red with sulfuric fury.


    As the former Bloodmoon Pack’s Luna, she knew what Adide’s cedar pheromones with silvergrass undertones signified–pure Alpha lineage.


    Moreover, today’s guests were all connected to the royal family. Any scandal here would tarnish Sabrina’s reputation irreparably.


    Realizing her improper behaviors, Sabrina paled and retreated behind her mother, her eyes still venomously locked on Adide.


    Yet Sabrina had vocalized what many unpaired she–wolves felt but wouldn’t voice.


    No matter how envious or downhearted they were, their breeding forced them to keep those feelings hidden.


    Wanda sneered, “Prisci, you’ve always been so proud, insisting your son’s exceptional. Now you want him to bond with a former mate? This’ll be the talk of the town in half a day, turning you into a joke.”


    Turning to Adide, she mocked, “You think you’re good enough to be Alpha Lance’s Luna? Know your ce and stop embarrassing yourself.”


    The remarks drew uneasyughter from the crowd.


    Prisci, trembling with rage, could only re helplessly at Wanda and then at Adide.


    Adide, however, remainedposed. “I’m a battle–hardened wolf who’s also graced the royal court. It’s an honor many envy. If Wanda’s so envious, perhaps she should reflect on her own shorings.”


    With a cool smile, Adide continued, “I see no shame in my actions. Can the same be said for you?”


    “As the daughter of a royal Lycan princess<b>, </b>educated in the pce, you resort to vicious words and tear up paintings without understanding them. Your impulsiveness and rudeness are the real embarrassments.”


    “Your talk of me leaving implies a dismissal. But I’ve been invited by Madison and brought a gift. Now you want to drive me out?”


    “Is this how you treat guests? Or did you invite me just to humiliate me in public? Do you think I’d be shamed after parting ways with Ulrik and endure your taunts?”


    “Shame me?” Adide’s wolf bared its fangs in her mind. She deliberately unleashed her Alpha aura, causing lower–ranking wolf–servants‘ neck nds to bristle.


    Absently stroking the wolf–head dagger at her waist<b>, </b>she added, “You’re in for a disappointment. I’ve done nothing wrong. The one who should be ashamed isn’t me. My parents‘ blood is fused with the Southern Border’s frozen soil. As for you, Wanda——”


    Her gaze swept over Wanda’s ear, where wolf hair hadn’t fully receded. “Disrespecting elders and speaking insolently to the new moon priestess of the royal Lycan King—yourck of respect and filial piety reflect poorly on your upbringing. I wonder what your parents must think……”


    Turning to Madison, she continues, “No wonder you’re Madision’s daughter. Your mother Madison once gifted our family a silver wolf statue inscribed with ‘Eternal Night Lone Wolf‘ after my parents sacrificed their lives for the kingdom–a evil curse if ever there was one. Naturally, you’d been taught ill–manners. I need no expulsion. I’d rather not associate with your kind. Farewell!”


    “Beata,” Adide called to her omegapanion, her wolf ears ttening with anger. “Pack up. The stench of corruption here is overwhelming, and the air reeks of restless wolf spirits.”


    Suddenly, she looked up, her nostrils ring. “Can’t you smell it? At least three omega corpses, nds gouged out, lie buried three floors down–their rot,ced with wolfsbane, outstinks the Bloodmoon Pack’s brine pits.”


    Madison’s ws tore through her silk skirt with a screech. “Adide, how dare you——”


    “You may seek atonement at the lunar altar,” Adide said, her cape sweeping over the debris as the Frostfang Wolf emblem on her waist glimmered in the candlelight. “Wolves stripped of their nds don’t reach the Moon Goddess’s realm. Their spirits linger forever.”