Third Person’s POV


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    Back when they were in the capital, he used to heed her words. She’d patiently guide him on various issues, preventing him from going astray.


    Their mateship had its fair share of disagreements and arguments. She’d have to calmly break things down for him, persuading him bit by bit–it was like mentoring a son.


    Even when convinced, he’d harbor resentment.


    His narrow–mindedness couldn’t amodate a mate with greater foresight. This became the dilemma of her life.


    No one’s life was perfect.


    Look at Lte now–she’s better off, but who knows what she endured those past few <b>years</b>?


    Adide and Lance’s strong bond was the envy of many.


    Yet, the deep pain of losing all her loved ones was something no one could truly fathom.


    The Moon Goddess gives everyone hardships. The key is how you navigate them to have a smooth life and future.


    Unlike Gloria, who chased after what’s shiny and new, only to jump ship at the first sign of trouble–such fickleness showed apleteck of morals and principles.


    “I am the future Luna of the Ironw Pack, and I must consider its interests,” Christine dered after a long silence.


    “I won’t stop her from dissolving her mating, but if she clings to Eugene, trying to reim a life of luxury, she doesn’t deserve it, and my conscience won’t allow it.”


    “I know Eugene’s character well. Even if he found out, he wouldn’t spread it around or cause a scene. This concerns the Hutchinson family’s reputation,” she continued.


    “By telling him, I’ve invited the hatred of Cynthia, Tad, and Gloria,” Christine sighed, rubbing her forehead.


    “If I do nothing, no one’s offended. But letting her go back to Eugene would ruin the Ironw Pack’s reputation. Our she–wolves would struggle to mate with others, affecting my daughter. Moreover, if the Hutchinson family uncovers that past incident, the consequences would be dire.”


    The maid, feeling for Christine, suggested, “Why not talk to Luna Cynthia? See where she <ol><li>ds. </li></ol>


    “Luna Cynthia won’t agree to telling Eugene,” Christine replied


    “If it’s Luna Cynthia’s decision/you won’t be med for anythingter,” the maid reasoned.


    Christine sighed deeply. “Do you think I’m just afraid of being med? I just want to be at peace with myself.”


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    “Back when she returned, I shouldn’t have helped her. She was still Eugene’s mate then. She <b>tearfully </b>begged me, swearing she’d never err again. I softened and agreed,” Christinemented.


    “That’s nothing to do with you. It was Luna Cynthia who asked for your help,” the maid pointed out.


    The maid knew the details of the situation. The medicine was prepared under her supervision.


    “Few know about this, but if suspicions arise and someone investigates, the timeline matches when she went to the Ironw Pack for recovery. The doctor’s prescription and her stay there align.”


    Gloria had visited the Ironw Pack for recuperation, a fact unknown <i>to </i>Eugene.


    Should the mating truly be dissolved, the Hutchinson family would undoubtedly raise questions. What if Eugene inquires about her illness, wondering why it required over a month of recovery in the Ironw Pack?


    The Hutchinson family hadn’t doubted it then, but if they recall now and link it to Gloria’s recent actions of dissolving the mating with the Bloodmoon Pack, suspicions would inevitably arise.


    “Have Gloria return to the pack tomorrow,” Christine decided, using this to threaten her.


    Gloria could dissolve the mating, but she couldn’t go back to Eugene–this was the bottom line.


    The next day, Christine sent for Gloria, who pleaded illness and said she’d returnter.


    She was devising how to propose dissolving the mating to Ulrik and didn’t want the Ironw Pack involved yet.


    Ulrik’s recent night shifts left few chances for private conversations.


    And without a reason, dissolving the mating would be too sudden. She needed a cause for conflict.


    Ever since her meeting with Eugene, Gloria had been exhausted.


    Sometimes she’d sleep through noon, only to be woken by a maid for dinner.


    She felt unusually tired and sleepy, with a hint of nausea, and her period was days overdue. She feared she might be pregnant.


    Recalling her intimate nights with Ulrik during their happiest marital times, she was frantic with worry, hoping not to be pregnant.


    She dared not send for a doctor and instead, with a maid, visited the clinic for a check–up.


    At the Oak Street Clinic, a seasoned doctor with silver hair smiled and delivered the “Congrattions, you’re pregnant.”


    Gloria was stunned. Though she’d had a premonition, the confirmation was hard to ept.


    She was filled with bitterness<b>. </b>“Why now of all times?”


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