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As Rosmary thought more, she became more convinced. “Velda must have threatened Adide. Otherwise, with Adide’s wealth, why would she bother to send someone <i>to </i>collect fifty thousand? <b>She </b>wouldn’t care about fifty thousand, or even five hundred thousand.”
Ulrik snapped back to reality. “Don’t worry. Velda can’t threaten Adide,” he said.
Rosmary fretted, “Even if she can’t threaten Adide, what if she purposely says something to upset <b>her </b>and badmouths you to the Ironw Pack? That could ruin everything.”
Ulrik shook his head, but inside, he was bitterly amused. He thought, “If Adide did intervene, <b>it </b>would mean she still had feelings for him.”
He even hoped she would.
Then he jolted himself back to reality. What was he thinking?
Adide and Lance’s wedding was set. Even if she still had feelings for him, they <b>were </b>likely filled with
resentment.
After the messy dissolution of their mating bond, how could she not hate him?
But what if she did still care…
Ulrik’s thoughts swirled, his heart pounding.
He’d always refused to admit his regret, but he knew deep down he was very regretful. He’d once gone to great lengths to court Adide, only to discard her like a worn–out cloth.
Now he realized her worth, but it was toote–she was about to be someone else’s mate.
And he, it seemed, was getting hiseuppance, marrying someone who’d lost their mate before. He used to think his love for Velda was steadfast. Now he wondered what that had truly been.
Ulrik eventually went to see Velda. He was tired of the constant arguing. They needed to talk things through.
His cedar pheromones frosted the hallway as he walked.
Pushing open the door, his wolf ears caught the mint and wolfsbane stench–a sign of Velda’s lingering fever.
In the room, Velday on the sofa, wrapped in a beast skin nket with blood–moon totems. Silver–blue blood seeped from the scars beneath her ck veil.
Since her cheek was shed by Snke’s men at the southern border, her wolf soul often <b>whimpered </b><b>like </b><b>a </b>pup on full–moon nights.
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She curled up, her wolf tail restlessly sweeping under the nket and knocking over a Moon Goddess
statue<b>. </b>
She had custom–made e veils in various colors and refused to leave home without one <i>or </i>a wide–<b>brimmed </b>
hat.
Previously, she was alwaysbative, ready to argue with him.
Today, though, she se listless. She barely nced at him before looking away.
The omega beside her spoke up, “Alpha, you’re finally here. She’s been sick for two days.”
He focused on the scars visible beneath her veil, the wolfsbane–burned gashes mirroring the wounds in his heart. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked.
Velda turned away, ignoring him.
Today, neither had the energy to argue.
After sitting in the chair for a long time, Ulrik finally spoke in a deep voice. <b>“</b>Valentin came to collect <b>a </b>debt today.”
Velda’s eyes instantly turned cold. The omega had already briefed her.
She spun around abruptly. The silver thread on her veil hissed through the air.
Her pupils slit into bloodlines beneath the shadow, and her mint pheromones exploded with sulfur. “What are you implying? using me of causing a scene at the Frostfang Pack?”
“What exactly did you do at the Frostfang Pack?” Ulrik’s wolf ws burst from his sleeves, his knuckles pressing against the old wound in his palm.
Beneath the ck veil, a mocking smile tugged at her lips. “What else? I went to confront them, to demand why Adide didn’t save me that day, driving a wedge between us and leading you to bond with someone else.”
Ulrik became anxious. “Haven’t I already exined? It had nothing to do with her. The Western Tribe’s werewolves were all massed on the mountain. Charging in blindly would have been suicide.”
Ulrik’s cedar pheromones suddenly turned chaotic as he recalled Adide standing at the mountain’s foot, her silver spear gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Velda sneered. “You certainly defend her well. The way you look at her–do you still har feelings for her?”
Ulrik’s face darkened. “What are you talking about?”
Ulrik’s wolf released his Alpha aura.
Though Velda was defiant, after swearing allegiance to the Bloodmoon Pack, her wolf couldn’t <b>resist </b><b>her </b>Alpha aura.
She bowed her head under the pressure but bit her lip tightly.
After a while, Ulrik eased the aura.
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“What a pity,” she said, turning away and clutching her nket tighter. “You have feelings for her, but she doesn’t give you a second thought. She even told me, ‘What is Ulrik to me? In my eyes, he’s nothing”
Ulrik felt a dull ache in his heart as if struck by a heavy weight.
He looked at the swan pattern on the carpet–swans ying in the water, their postures intimately entwined. The sight stung his eyes.
What was he to her now?
Indeed, what was Ulrik to her heart?