Third Person’s POV


    The first floor was spacious, divided into three halls. To reach the upper floors, one had to use <i>the </i>staire. on the right.


    Beside this staircase was a hall where a disy case stood. Several people were gathered around it, and Adide immediately recognized Rosemary, Gloria, and Sabrina.


    They were intently selecting jewelry, oblivious to Adide’s presence.


    However, the future heir of the Store spotted her.


    The handsome young store owner rushed over, his face alight with excitement. “Luna Adide? <b>Is </b><b>it </b><b>really </b>you, Luna Adide? Goodness, when you returned, I watched from the third floor as you paraded through the streets with Alpha Lance. I’m <b>so </b>sorry I didn’t wee you earlier.”


    At his words, Rosemary, Gloria, and Sabrina all turned to look at Adide.


    Rosemary scrutinized Adide from head to toe.


    The aura of nobility and dignity surrounding Adide was undeniable, a stark contrast to her past self.


    Rosemary’s gaze was aplicated mix of anger, regret, resentment, and injustice, evoking a sense of sorrow in onlookers.


    Sabrina’s emotions mirrored Rosemary’s but wereced with more jealousy and hatred.


    Paisley remarked coldly, “What a downer!”


    Adide merely nced at them before turning away.


    She addressed the beaming store owner, noting the sharp eyes of a businessman who had recognized <b>her </b>despite her in attire that day.


    It was no surprise, as she had visited the store with Prisci before.


    With a smile, she said, “Hi, no need for formalities. We’d like to browse the third floor for some jewelry. Would that be convenient?”


    “Of course, it’s an honor,” the store owner replied enthusiastically. “Ladies, please follow me. I’ll personally attend to you.”


    The Jewelry Store had its fair share of distinguished customers, from royalty to high–ranking officials and affluent families.


    The store owner asionally served them personally, but today’s exceptional warmth toward Adide was


    rare.


    Sabrina watched as Adide and her party ascended the stairs. A cold, wolfish snarl escaped her throat, tinged with envy and bitterness. Her pheromones reeked of jealousy and resentment.


    “Some people, who once fawned over my mother like dogs<b>, </b><b>now </b>turn <b>tip </b>their noses after climbing the <b>social </bdder. They won’t even acknowledge us. Disgusting, she spat.


    Zelda, immersed in the joy of impending shopping, remained oblivious to the malicious pheromange


    She felt Paisley’s grip on her wrist loosen–her crimson pheromones surged, and she <b>bounded </b><b>down </b>the stairs with a roar, her aura shaking the first–floor tiles.


    Zelda froze, her wolf cars twitching.


    Paisley stood before Sabrina, her crimson pheromones zing like wildfire. Her pupils narrowed <b>into </b>molten vertical slits, and her wolf ws faintly gleamed with silver. “Who are you talking about? Spit it <b>out </b>No beating around the bush.”


    Sabrina shuddered under Paisley’s sudden aggressive aura, her pheromones thrown into disarray.


    She instinctively stepped back, hiding like a frightened pup behind Gloria, her wolf ears ttened <b>against </b>her skull.


    Gloria was growing increasingly annoyed. Her fingers flickered with the shadow of wolf ws, and she swept an impatient nce over Sabrina, “couldn’t Sabrina behave for once?”


    The birthday banquet’s events were fresh in everyone’s mind–Sabrina’s shameless antics had been witnessed by all.


    Surely she should be avoiding Adide, not actively provoking her.


    Rosemary maintained a stern expression, her cedar pheromones,ced with restrained authority, gradually spreading. She nced at Sabrina, whose aura shrank under the pressure. “Sabrina, cease your chatter. Her status is beyond our reach now. We cannot afford to offend her. Besides, we shared no genuine bond in the past–our previous interactions were mere performative kindness for public approval.”


    With that, she stepped forward and dipped slightly toward Adide on the staircase, her pheromones carrying a meticulously controlled edge. “Luna Adide, please forgive Sabrina’s ignorance. She mistook you for the Luna of old and spoke disrespectfully. I beg your pardon.”


    Adide stood midway on the second–floor staircase. Her cedar pheromones were as calm as an iceke, with only a trace of suppressed dominance simmering beneath the surface like a hidden current.


    As Rosemary spoke, guests on both floors turned to watch.


    Severaldies present, who had attended the birthday banquet, hummed with curiosity.


    “Your Luna? She is the Luna of the ckthorn Pack, the mate of royalty. Don’t presume kinship here,” Zelda interjected.


    Her fiery pheromones instantly enveloped Adide, her arm tightly linked with hers.


    She raised her chin at Sabrina, her pupils narrowing with anger. “Who are you to im her as your Luna? Everyone knows you’ve been eyeing my brother’s position as breeder. How dare you speak such words.”


    This remark drew snickers, from the crowd, rippling with mocking pheromones.


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    Sabrina’s face drained of color. Her pheromones devolved into chaotic turmoil, trembling with shame sort indignation, her wolf ears drooping in defeat.