Third Person’s POV
She heaved a deep sigh and said, “You probably heard about your ex–mate while in the Southern <b>Border </b>but I need to talk to you about it. Your father died heroically in battle. I know how hard it is to lose a <b>mate</b><b>. </b>
“But I have you and your sister; there’s always hope. It was different for Gloria back then. She hadn’t had any children yet.”
“I thought, since you’ve already served the country, you shouldn’t burden her any further. So I <b>discussed </b>with others, and we all agreed that Gloria should return to the Ironw Pack.”
Recalling the sudden bad news, Sibyl still felt a jolt of anxiety.
She took a sip of water and continued, “At that time, she didn’t want to leave either, saying she would stay by your side forever. I was worried she might suffer in the Ironw Pack, so I gave her your pension and two shops.”
“Now that she’s mated again, the Ironw Pack recently returned the pension and shops to me, in cash, to settle the ounts. I’m telling you this so you won’t disturb her.”
“From now on, you live your life, and she’ll live hers. Even if you meet again, pretend you don’t know <b>her </b>to avoid causing her trouble.”
Eugene listened quietly to his mother’s words.
After a long while, he said in a low voice, “I’m the one who wronged her. I won’t bother her.”
Sibyl, seeing her son’s heartbroken expression, said, “I can arrange another mate for you…”
“No need,” Eugene replied with a wry smile, shaking his head. “Let it be. I don’t n on mating again.”
Sibyl was taken aback. “Not mating? What are you saying? How can you not mating?”
“We’ll talk about itter,” Eugene said softly. “I don’t want to discuss this now.”
Sibyl’s voice trembled, “Do you think you owe her an apology, so you won’t mate again?”
“I’ve only just returned. It’s too soon to talk about mating,” he said.
Hearing the loneliness in his voice, Sibyl grew sorrowful too.
She had never dreamed he woulde back, so she decided not to press the issue and avoid him further.
Softly, she said, “Just promise me one thing: don’t seek her out. Don’t disrupt her current life.”
“I won’t,” Eugene said with a bitter look. “I promise<b>, </b>Mother. Don’t worry about it.”
“Alright,” Sibyl sighed, tears welling up again.
etting
“I shouldn’t have persuaded her to leave. If I hadn’t, she’d still be your mate. <b>Everyone </b><b>else </b><b>has </b><b>their </b><b>mates </b>
<b>1/8 </b>
back, but you’re still…”
Eugene cut her off. “Mother, I’m tired. I’m going to take a shower and rest.”
Sibyl looked at him and sighed deeply.
It seemed he wouldn’t get over this heartache anytime soon.
“Onest thing,” she said. “When Christine came to return the pension and the money for the shops<b>, </b>she mentioned they were worried Gloria might cling to you. I think there’s something off about this.”
Eugene pondered for a moment. “Got it,” he said..
On August 8th, Zelda’s mating ceremony arrived.
The royal family’s mating ceremony was far more borate than that of ordinary pack members.
A day before the ceremony, Zelda and Prisci moved into Zelda’s princess vi, with Adide joining them.
Princess Yvette and Princess Margot apanied them. Yvette released gentle lily of the valley pheromones to ease Zelda’s nervousness, while Margot whispered advice on getting along with one’s mate and their family.
Princess Yvette said, “The Wall family of the Styxwarden Pack and the Watson family are the most prestigious academic families in the country, with numerous schrs. On the surface, they’re very harmonious, though their family rules are a bit strict. But aren’t the royal family’s rules even more so? As <i>a </i>princess with your own vi, you won’t need to kowtow to them. Moreover, your mate’s parents are known for their kindness and won’t make things difficult for you.”
Zelda was already well–aware of these details.
When she lowered her eyes, a sh of sharpness from her vertical pupils could be seen beneath hershes.
Alger’s father had sustained brain damage in an ident at the age of eight or nine, while his mother, being childhood sweethearts with him, didn’t mind his intellectual limitations.
They have Alger and his sister Gwendolyn, both of pleasant dispositions.
Zelda wasn’t nervous at all but yed the part for everyone’s sake.
After all, as long as her performance brought joy to others, it was eptable to her. Life was like a drama, after all.
On the day of the ceremony, Zelda, adorned in a magnificent wedding gown and with her he ce, looked delicate with palm–sized features, exquisite nose, and exceptionally bright <b>eyes</b>.
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Unlike other princesses who often exuded sharp nobility, Zelda’s pheromones carried an aura of harmony and warmth.
Cami attended the ceremony with her children, as Alger was her cousin.
Tracy stayed briefly, offered a few words of congrattions, and left, her demeanor <b>as </b><b>arrogant </b>as <b>ever</b><b>. </b>
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Before departing, she cast a cold nce at Adide, her vertical pupils narrowing into <b>fine </b><b>lines </b><b>at </b><b>the </b>corners of her eyes, provoking a bristling response in Adide’s wolf fur.
Tracy’s aura was like an icy wolf w, making her difficult to get along with.
The ceremony’s host dered the two mated. Alger was overjoyed, hoping for a love as enduring <b>as </b>his
parents.
Zelda’s fingers subtly shifted within her sleeve. The keratin of her wolf ws pierced her palm, drawing blood that quickly healed.