Third Person’s POV
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Before entering the house, Melinda had learned the ins and outs from an omega and thus understood <b>the </b>situation. Consequently, she didn’t empathize with her mother’s dramaticment.
She spoke gravely, “Mother, when the Frostfang Pack was in trouble and you chose to stand aside, you shouldn’t expect to reap any benefits now that they’re regaining their glory.”
“Moreover, Adide never med you for not helping her back then. It was merely when she sent me gifts that you worried they might bring misfortune.”
“Besides, with Luna Aire gone, your bond with Adide is tenuous at best. She left early for the Shadow Peaks training and, upon returning, preferred to spend time with me. You never even offered her <i>a </i>meal. How can you now invoke past connections?”
Skye felt a choke in her throat, her fir pheromones turning sour.
After a while, she shifted the me to a distant rtive, Sidney.
“Sidney is also her aunt. She was the one who facilitated Adide’s and Ulrik’s mating bond. Why hasn’t she returned to the Frostfang Pack? It shows that it’s not just me who’s cold–hearted but everyone else <b>as </b>well.”
Melinda sighed, her moon grass pheromones releasing a soothing aura.
“You know full well what Sidney’s situation is. She suffers from chronic wolfsbane syndrome, making even shifting difficult. Her mate’s Blue Abyss Pack is managed by Alpha Germain’s lover, restricting her to the pack’s territory and limiting her freedom.”
Skye said resentfully, “Forget it. From now on, I won’t take the initiative to contact your cousin. You can maintain the rtionship. After all, she will be Alpha Lance’s mate. Don’t think our positions as Lunas are the same–your father has no say in the Royal Council, while Alpha Lance holds real power as the head of the Ironw Army and the judiciary.”
Melinda didn’t respond.
She knew her father, Alpha Howell, all too well. Back when the old Lycan King was alive, it was only due to the Silverlight Pack’s former Alpha’s merits that they stayed in the capital. If not for his deliberate restraint, he might have been sent to the border long ago.
Her mother wasn’t unaware of these facts but constantlyined about their marital and pack status.
Skye continued to rant about Prisci’s winter party. “Everyone was discussing Adi defend her, but you know your father’s temperament. I was afraid that speaking up w
In the end, it all came down to ming Alpha Howell.
Melinda grew increasingly uneasy and questioned the apanying omega.
wanted to
cause trouble…”
She discovered that her mother not only failed to defend Adide but also joined in the <b>gossip</b>.
<b>15 </b>Free Come
At the Frostfang Pack’s art exhibition, her mother’s discontent over not receiving <b>a </b>painting <b>was </b><b>evident </b><b>to </b>
all.
Knowing her mother’s inability to hide her feelings, Melinda realized Adide must have noticed the
resentment.
Melinda sighed in resignation–if even she, newly mated and part of the Soulrend Pack, understood the ways of the world, how could her mother not? Especially considering how Luna Aire had once looked after her mother.
The next day, Melinda took it upon herself to visit the Frostfang Pack and apologize on her mother’s behalf.
She couldn’t bear to lose this cousin–without family in the Soulrend Pack, only at Adide’s could she find a moment’s peace.
At that moment, Adide was conversing with Craig. Upon hearing Melinda’s arrival<b>, </b>she said to Craig<b>. </b>“You go wander around. I’ll chat with Melinda.”
“Forget it,” Craig said with a grin as he packed up his art supplies.
“I promised to paint Cedric’s portrait. Don’t you dare cause amotion likest time<b>–</b>remember that sketch of you kicking the plum tree? The Crimson me Pack stillughs about it.”
Recalling how her impulsive Shadow Peaks training days were immortalized in a realistic sketch, Adide rolled her eyes. “Got it. Off you go to paint your model.”
Watching her leave, Craig reminisced about her carefree days in the Shadow Peaks.
Now burdened with the Frostfang Pack’s responsibilities, her former sharpness had dulled, prompting a quiet sigh from him.
When Melinda arrived, Adide’s cedar pheromones softened, but upon noticing a fresh bite mark on her wrist–a telltale sign of a recent temporary bond marked with unfamiliar musk–she hesitated.
Seeing Melinda’s furrowed brow and worried expression, Adide couldn’t help but ask, “Does your mate treat you poorly?”
Adide’s vertical pupils glinted with a golden hue in the candlelight.
Melinda’s moon grass pheromones suddenly wavered, her wolf ears subconsciously ttening. “He treats me well. Don’t about me, Adide.”
worry
Her fingers brushed the silver wolf–head amulet at her waist, filled with Alpha Howell’s secretly given healing powder.
“You’ve lost weight,” Adide observed.
“Just not hungry in the cold,” Melinda forced a smile.
The new mark on her neck oozed tiny red bumps. “He says I look more delicate like this, my waist <b>so </b>slender it’s captivating.”
Adide frowned–this sounded all too familiar to the breeders who relied on powerful <b>werewolves</b>.
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But seeing Melinda’s reluctance to borate, she dropped the subject.
After a brief chat, Melinda hurried to take her leave, citing “Dwight’s mother’s poor health requiring, <i>care- </i>
Seeing Melinda off at the Frostfang Pack’s border, Adide couldn’t help but say, “Don’t always suppress yourself. You can’t please everyone by constantly trying to amodate them.”
Melinda looked at Adide for a moment, then shook her head firmly and said, “You’re wrong, People’s hearts are tender. I can warm them over time.”