Third Person’s POV
Adide stood up and stepped through the water on the floor, approaching Velda one step at a time.
She bent down and whispered into Velda’s ear, “Hasn’t Snke’s revenge woken you up yet? Do you still think you’re the kingdom’s top female Gamma? Velda, you’re nothing. Ulrik mated with you out of novelty. If he truly valued you, he’d give you the Luna position, not make you a breeder.”
Velda’s face turned pale. “He’s keeping some face for you, but I don’t care about status.”
Adide grabbed her cor, then let go and smoothed it out.
Her voice was icy cold. “Do you think I need his face? And what have you gained by not caring about status? You came here to show off, thinking I’d hold back for my reputation?”
Her fingers gripped Velda’s chin, applying so much pressure that Velda’s tears welled up.
“Killing you would be too easy. But I want you to live and see the day you be the very woman you despise–one who understands the bitterness of a woman’s role in a family.”
Velda struggled and shouted, “Let me go!”
Adide didn’t release her, forcing her to look up. “Why do you think it’s safe to provoke me? Is it because I dissolved the bond quickly, making me seem weak? Or do you think every woman is still pining for Ulrik, so youe to vent your frustrations on me? You’re afraid to trouble the Ironw Pack but dare toe here? Luna Cynthia and Gloria are always polite to me.”
“You…” Velda saw ruthlessness in her eyes.
Had she misjudged Adide, who truly didn’t want Ulrik back?
“The Bloodscar Border and your family’s massacre are unrted,” she said weakly.
“Whether they’re rted or not, you know the truth,” Adide said, releasing her.
“Leave five hundred thousand dors and get out of the Frostfang Pack. Bother me again, and I’ll break your legs.”
Velda’s jaw ached, but Adide looked terrifying.
She sat there for a moment, then coldly said, “At the southern border, you could have sent troops to save me but didn’t. You left me to suffer. I always thought it was because you resented Ulrik and me.”
Adide straightened up, her voice frosty. “That heartless man isn’t worth my time. To me, he’s worse than a dog, yet you still treasure him.”
“No! How could you not care? After all you did for the Bloodmoon Pack, how could you not love him?”
Velda grabbed Adide’s arm, her demeanor turning humble. “Love once had its ce. You wouldn’t want
him <b>to </b>betray his feelings and bond with <b>a </b><b>she</b><b>–</b>wolf <b>he </b>has no affection for. Go to him. If you tell him not to mate with Gloria, he won’t.”
Adideughed coldly. “Look at yourself, Velda. You’ve be the very person you despised.”
“No, it’s different,” Velda said, breathing hard and staring nkly.
“I can’t ept him mating with Gloria. She’s a tramp.”
Adide sneered. “Believe me, she’s not as low as you. At least she’s polite. You, however, let Ulrik mark you on the battlefield. You’re the real tramp. In terms of morals, you and Ulrik are equally despicable.”
The insult enraged Velda.
She kicked at Adide’s stomach.
Without dodging, Adide struck her shin with her elbow.
Velda screamed in pain as Adide pinned her to a chair.
“Think carefully. What are you trying to achieve here?”
Velda struggled but only slipped her veil, revealing her scarred face.
Seeing Adide staring at her, Velda roared, “This is your fault! I’m here to confront you! You could have saved me but didn’t! You even stopped Ulrik from helping me!”
“Adide, you hate me for taking him, so you let Snke humiliate me! You’re just jealous and hateful! Admit it! You’re a hypocrite!”
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Third Person’s POV