Third Person’s POV
Adide was Alpha Bentley’s daughter of the Frostfang Pack, a decorated figure on the southern border, and Alpha Lance’s future mate.
Her position towered over Ulrik’s.
“Ulrik, if you hadn’t used your merits to ask Lycan Erasmus for our mating bond, where would you and Adide be now?” Velda’s voice turned soft yet madly self–destructive.
The question struck Ulrik’s core.
His facade crumbled, his face drained of color.
Ulrik’s wolf ws dug fiercely into his palm, and blood mixed with cedar pheromones dripped onto the
carpet.
He’d thought about this but never dared to deeply.
He’d convinced himself that dwelling on it was pointless<b>. </b>
Yet deep down, he knew that without Velda, he’d be living happily with Adide now, and his career would be smooth sailing.
They’d have achieved merits together on the southern border battlefield, and he might <i>have </i>be the Ironw Army’s deputymander. Alpha Lance was always ready to promote young talents.
Lycan Erasmus held him in high regard too.If he hadn’t used his merits to ask for Velda back then, Lycan Erasmus would definitely have given him important responsibilities.
But it was toote for regrets.
So he never dared to look back, never dared to reflect, for fear of being consumed by overwhelming
regret.
Veldaughed, her scars bleeding as she smiled. “Even though I hate that she didn’t save me, I have to admit, every Alpha who’s seen her rip enemy gs to shreds on the battlefield wants her as their mate.”
She added, “And she was once your Luna.”
Ulrik’s cedar pheromones froze.
Shocked and soul–crushed, he left the room.
Velda smirked in triumph. She wanted Ulrik to know what he’d lost–a radiant gem. In this way, even if Gloria could mate with him, she could never enter his heart.
She couldn’t have it, and neither could anyone else.
But her words were a double–edged sword. They branded Adide’s name on Ulrik’s heart and wounded
her own.
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13:52 <b>Sun</b>, 6 Jul
Her tears fell as she realized how skilled she’d be at such perry jealousy.
Outside, Ulrik felt an urge to go to the Frostfang Pack and ask Adide if they could reim what was ba
Even though Velda said that Adide didn’t care about him, even though Adide’s attitude <b>on </b>the battlefield had been clear, and even though he had ended their mating bond so decisively, he <b>still </b>felt dat Adide couldn’t have erased him from her heart so quickly.
She was just angry with him for his heartlessness and resented him for not keeping his promises,
As long as she still hated and was angry with him, it meant she still cared.
But the cold wind brought him back to reality. Perhaps he had never truly been unaware; he had jon been temporarily swayed by his emotions.
It was toote.
Adide was mating with Lance, and he with Gloria. Their paths had diverged.
Ulrik silently returned to his study, his cedar pheromones crystallizing into frost in the air.
Ulrik stared at the Moon Goddess statue, his fingers absentmindedly caressing it.
His mind kept revisiting the moment from his mating ceremony with Adide when he’d seen her poised and beautiful face.
Her cedar pheromones had carried the freshness of new snow.
He’d pushed her away, and the thought still pained him.
“Alpha Ulrik! Alpha Ulrik!” Sabrina’s knocks shook the wolf–bone bookshelf. Her sweet pheromones and rose–scented hair gel irritated Ulrik’s wolf senses.
He suppressed his anger. “What happened?”
“Give me money for a moonstone hairpin I like.”
“The funds are all for the mating ceremony.”
Ulrik’s knuckles rapped the desk.
“Why spend money mating with a she–wolf who’s lost her mate?”
Sabrina stamped her foot. “I need something decent for Wanda’s Moon Goddess party next <b>week</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Ulrik opened the door, visibly annoyed. “Stop speaking ill of Gloria. She’ll be your Luna soon. Associating with Wanda will harm your reputation.”