Third Person’s POV


    Adide looked at her and thought she was now more well–behaved than Cedric,


    When she first joined the ckthorn Pack, she had thought Prisci would be difficult to get along with But within days, the two became close.


    Prisci no longer waited for Adide to grect her but instead took the initiative to have breakfast with her daily. She even moved to the neighboring yard and had plum trees nted there, clearly trying to get


    close.


    After themotion subsided, Adide approached Zelda to ask her opinion on Alger.


    At the mention of a mating, Zelda’s cheeks flushed, and she shyly asked, “Which Alger are you referring to?”


    Adideughed with her arms crossed, “Alger from the Glenveil Pack.”


    Zelda was taken aback, “Glenveil Pack? Isn’t Alger from the Styxwarden Pack?”


    Adide found it amusing, “Still trying to be clever?”


    Realizing she was being teased, Zelda’s face turned as red as a sunset, and she ran away, calling out, “You’re so mean!”


    But soon she returned, her eyes sparkling, “I do like Alger.”


    After admitting it shyly, she ran off again.


    Adide couldn’t help butugh. Her cedar pheromones carried a yful hint.


    However, she still needed to rify things and asked Paisley to bring Zelda back.


    Adide’s wolf lightly hummed in her mind, curious about Zelda’s shyness.


    Once Paisley escorted Zelda back and seated her, the tips of Zelda’s ears were slightly red, and her pheromones carried a nervous tang.


    Adide’s gaze softened. She knew Zelda’s feelings for Alger were genuine.


    “Have you met him?”


    Adide gently asked, her voice soft as if not to startle Zelda.


    Zelda’s eyes lit up like a moonlitke in a deep forest, reflecting hope for the future, “Yes, I saw him when he came to the pce <i>to </i>greet Lycan Cami.”


    “What do you like about him?” Adide continued, her wolf wagging its tail encouragingly in her mind.


    Zelda lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the chair’s armrest. Her pheromones <b>carried </b><b>a </b>sweet scent of joy, “I don’t know, I just feel happy when I see him.”


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    Adide guessed Alger must be handsome, as most love at first sight was appearance–based.


    She smiled, a gleam in her eye like a hunter spotting prey, “Shall I find out his thoughts?”


    Zelda looked up, her eyes filled with anticipation yet uncertainty, “I can’t decide this alone. It’s up to Prisci and you.”


    Adide’s wolf hummed contentedly in her mind.


    Zelda couldn’t help but smile, her pheromones carrying a sweet anticipation, “But sure, it’s worth asking.”


    As a royal princess, Zelda’s mating was usually a simple matter.


    Lycan Erasmus could issue a decree, and the chosen one would mate with her.


    But Adide wanted to know Alger’s true feelings. If he agreed only out of royal pressure, Zelda’s future might be bleak.


    Adide understood Cami’s intentions.


    The male wolves of the Wall family each had their strengths. For an alliance, Alger, seemingly the most ordinary son, was the best choice.


    The royalty often kept princesses‘ consorts in minor positions to centralize power.


    Thus, choosing Alger wouldn’t hinder the Wall family’s more promising wolves.


    But Prisci disagreed.


    She wanted an alliance with the Wall family but preferred Emlyn.


    She thought Alger had no great prospects,cked exceptional talent, and tinkered with trivial gadgets. When Adide asked her opinion, Prisci hesitated before saying, “Can it be Emlyn instead?”


    “Zelda likes Alger.”


    “So what? A passing fancy won’t sustain a marriage. We need a respectable consort.”


    “You know princesses‘ consorts usually hold minor roles. The key is emotional connection with Zelda.”


    Prisci insisted, “But Ansley’s consort is Veronica, an Alpha’s daughter. Alger isn’t even from an Alpha family.”


    Adide coolly countered, “The Wall family’s she–wolves have fine bloodlines, but am I not good enough? Comparing Ansley to Lance, who in the royal priesthood can match you with Lance? Why lower yourself byparing with them?”


    Prisci suddenly realized she was right. She stood excitedly, “You’re right! Who canpare with my son? Among the old Lycan King’s sons, who can match Lance except Lycan Erasmus? I’m always a winner!”


    After Prisci calmed down, Adide said, “Then I’ll send someone to ask Alger.”


    “No need. rissa can just order it,” Prisci said.


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    “We have to,” Adide insisted.


    Prisci waved her hand, “No need. Asking him is already showing him respect.”


    Seeing Adide’s stern look, Prisci quickly agreed, “Alright, alright.” <ul><li>371%0 </li></ul>