napter <b>449 </b>
Third Person’s POV
Adide whispered to Lance, their voices too low for others to hear.
The maid and bodyguard strained to listen but caught nothing.
After a while, Lance nodded, and Adide said, “Very well, we’ll journey back to the capital together<b>. </b>
The maid breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, you’re as kind as a goddess,” she said.
“What’s your name?” Adide asked.
The maid bowed. “I’m Dorothy,” she replied.
Adide then turned to the bodyguard. “And you?” she asked.
“I’m William,” he responded in a rough voice. He appeared burly and simple–minded, but appearances could be deceiving.
Adide asked a few more questions but garnered no useful information. Clearly, she hadn’t expected to.
Deep into the night, Doctor Digby discreetly activated a hidden spray in his sleeve. The wolfsbane–<b>derived </b>sedative, odorless and colorless, spread through the air.
The driver, William, and Dorothy’s wolf nds soon rxed, their breathing deepened, and they slumped unconscious.
This spray was ten times more effective at inhibiting werewolf neural activity than conventional sleeping potions.
In the room, Ramona knelt before Adide and Lance. Her lc pheromones grew thick with sorrow, like rain–dampened petals.
Her wolf ears pressed tightly against her head. “Madison wanted me to seduce Alpha Lance, to sow discord between you two and break your mating. Because I have some basicbat training, Madison thought Alpha Lance would prefer that type of she–wolf,” she exined.
Lance’s white musk aura formed an imprable barrier around the room.
Upon hearing this, his brow subtly furrowed, and a cold gleam shed in his vertical pupils.
Ramona’s pheromones suddenly sharpened, tinged with a metallic tremor: “But I refused. I knew even if I did, she wouldn’t spare my mother
“Wilorina and I are twin sisters. She joined the Soulrend Pack andpleted her mission, yet another <b>task </b>awaits her.”
“My mother can’t even move freely–she’s imprisoned in Madison’s dungeon. <b>It’s </b>damp and <b>dark</b>, perpetually reeking of rust and despair.”
She raised her head, her wolf eyes dting with fear and fury, her pheromones intensifying.
Chapter <b>449 </b>
With desperate resolve, she pleaded, “Luna Adide, Alpha Lance, please help me <b>rescue </b><b>my </b><b>mother </b>In return, I’ll serve you however you wish.”
Paisley sat on a sofa nearby, her wolf ws unconsciously leaving shallow marks in her <b>palm</b>. She clearly despised such intrigue but held her tongue, listening intently.
Adide’s cedar pheromones remained steady as she finally spoke, her tone calm yetced with a <b>hint </b>of sharpness, “How many siblings do you have?”
She knew Madison had provided Hunt with numerous breeders, their pheromones long suppressed <b>by </b>Madison’s aura.
Like caged birds, outsiders had never seen their true forms, and the number of their offspring remained <b>a </b>mystery.
“Eight, but I don’t know the exact number. Only eight of us are still alive. As for any brothers, none have survived–they’re killed at birth,” Ramona replied.
Paisley seethed with anger. “What about your father, Hunt? Doesn’t he care? Those were his sons!<b>” </b>
Ramona’s face twisted with rage. “Care? He’s both powerless and terrified of Madison. He dares not cross her, fearing retaliation against our family.”
“I don’t get it. Why these matters can’t be reported to Lycan Erasmus and Lycan rissa?” Paisley <b>asked</b>.
Ramona’s eyes zed with hatred. “Madison is ruthless<b>; </b>she leaves no evidence. Without proof, Lycan Erasmus and Lycan rissa won’t raid her estate.”
Adide exined to Paisley, “Madison’s birth mother was once a favored priestess of the old <i>Lycan </i>King’s father, so he indulged Madison.”
“Some things were turned a blind eye to. Now that Lycan Erasmus rules, he won’t interfere in his aunt’s family affairs unless presented with evidence<b>.</b>”
“Unfortunately,” Ramona continued, “Madison doesn’t appreciate the old Lycan King. She resents him for not approving her mate with Luna Adide’s father. She despises him intensely.”
“Because my father mated with Madison, and the title continued for two generations, the Shuman family is entirely dependent on Madison. They wouldn’t dare oppose her.”
Lance recalled an old memory. “At a royal Christmas Eve banquet, I saw Hunt crying behind a rockery, drunk. He was young then, and he actually confided in me about Madison’s estate. He told me a breeder had a child and argued with Madison over something. Madison threw the child to the ground, killing it and the breeder.”