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Adide felt her moon mark re with silver–blue sparks. Her cedar pheromones, icy and sharp, targeted Crispin. “Nothing! If you truly cared, why not visit her yourself?”
Her pupils slit like ice under candlelight, her Alpha aura from the Shadowfang Pack causing the crystal chandelier to tremble and shed dust.
Crispin’s wolf ears trembled in fear as he nced at Germain for help–only to see his father’s indifferent, bristling gray fur and his dragon musk pheromonesced with suppressed decay.
“I… couldn’t get away from the academy,” Crispin stammered, embarrassed.
“Is that so?” Adide’s ws dug unconsciously into the armrest. “Was the entire Blue Abyss Pack too busy to send more than two omegas to care for her?”
Her aura made Liz’s hot cocoa bubble. “Without Doctor Digby’s help, how long could she live on wolf blood at the convalescent center?”
Liz’s pheromones swirled under her skirt. She stood up, brushing against Ca’s shoulder. Her mint pheromones carried anger. “I didn’t expect Luna Adide to meddle so much.”
The Moon Goddess totem on her earlobe suddenly dimmed, a sign of her guilt.
Adide’s gaze cut like a de. “I never knew there were such unfilial daughters in this world.”
The Shadowfang Pack’s aura swept over Liz, forcing her recently grown wolf fur to tten.
“You!” Liz’s pupils narrowed to bloodshot slits, her wolf tooth pendant burning hot. “How dare you p such a grave usation on me? Unless you’ve seen my unfilial acts.”
“I haven’t seen it with my own eyes,” Adide’s ws shattered the sandalwood table beside her. “But I witnessed you all absent at your mother’s death.”
Her moon mark zed with silver light–a sign of an Alpha’s rage.
Crispin staggered back. “Is… she… gone?”
His eyes welled with tears.
Adide observed silently, unsure if they were genuine.
Liz and Ca’s eyes reddened, but ho tears fell.
Germain lunged to his feet, his wolf ws shredding the armrest. His dragon musk and decay pheromones exploded. “She long suffered from illness and chose Greenwood for peace.”
His so–called soothing pheromones reeked of lies. “She once wished to pray to the Moon Goddess daily for Air’s descendants‘ happiness.”
Paisley’s crimson emblem zed under her leather coat, her wolf ws piercing the floor. “How
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convenient <b>to </b><b>shift </b>the me for ‘doting on the breeder and neglecting <b>the </b><b>mate </b><b>onto </b><b>the </b>deceased
<b>Her </b>tail’s me sigil ignited–a mark of the Crimson me Pack’s fury.
“Outrageous!<b>” </b>Germain’s face darkened. “Who are you to meddle in the Blue Abyss <b>Pack’s </b><b>affairs</b><b>? </b>She <b>went </b>willingly, and the pack can testify.”
“Hmph!” Paisley sneered.
“After death, you im it’s voluntary. Hope you meet the same end–dying alone, children nowhere to <b>be </b>found. Then see if your lies hold.”
Maya scrutinized Paisley, sensing her noble lineage. She demanded, “What pack do you hail from<b>? </b><b>Why </b>such insolence? Cursing royal family members is treason. <b>I’ll </b>spare <i>you </i>today for your ignorance, but <b>next </b>time, mercy will be gone.”
“How formidable, Luna Maya!”
Paisley retorted with biting sarcasm. “Cursing royalty is treason, but forcing a mate to her death <b>isn’t</b><b>? </b>She was gravely ill, yet you served her a mating dissolution certificate. What proof is that? It’s clear you <b>wished </b>her dead.”
“What mating dissolution certificate?”
Crispin stared disbelievingly at Germain. “Father, did you truly give Mother a mating dissolution certificate? What crime did shemit to deserve this<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Germain’s brow furrowed. “Sit down! Stop your prattle. There is no mating dissolution certificate<i>–</i>just rumors.”
He had ordered the certificate burned immediately after Sidney’s eyes had scanned it.
Even if they went to Greenwood, they wouldn’t find the physical document. At most, they might hear of it from Doctor Digby’s subordinates.
Since there was no evidence, who would believe them?
Yet Adide produced the mating dissolution certificate from her sleeve and threw it at Crispin, her tone icy, “Look–this is your father’s handwriting, isn’t <i>it</i>?”
Germain’s face drained of color. How could the certificate still exist?
His staff were utterly unreliable.
Crispin took the certificate with trembling hands.
The handwriting was unmistakably his father’s–undeniable.
He looked up at Germain, fists clenched. “Father, how do you exin this?”