Chapter <b>512 </b>
Third Person’s POV
Paisley sized up Luna Cassia. She seemed well–preserved, with a resemnce to Hunt, <b>especially </b><b>around </b>the eyes and in her mannerisms.
“Please, have some coffee,” Luna Cassia said with a smile that hinted at warmth.
Paisley knew Luna Cassia was in on the n. Asa wasn’t her real rtion, nor was her name Astria. The Shuman family identity had to be fabricated by Madison.
To forge such an identity, Luna Cassia’s cooperation must have been essential.
The coffee chat was filled with mutual ttery.
But Luna Cassia kept ncing at Eugene. Paisley understood why–rumors of his past with Gloria had caused a stir, only recently dying down.
Luna Cassia sipped her coffee, thinking, “No wonder Gloria was obsessed. He’s quite the catch.”
“You’re lucky. Eugene’s brave and talented, a credit to the kingdom. Once he mates and has pups, you’ll be set,” Sibyl said.
“Yes, I’m looking forward to the day he bonds and I get to <b>see </b>the pups,” Sibyl remarked, revealing her eagerness<b>. </b>
Luna Cassia called an omega over and whispered, “Tell Astria to hurry. Our guests shouldn’t wait.”
The omega nodded and left.
Asa was ready but reluctant to go.
She nced at herself in the copper mirror, torn inside.
Madison had saved her life and taken her in, giving her a life of luxury.
She knew it was out of kindness and felt she owed her.
Madison wanted her to mate, and Asa was willing, even if it meant mating with someone less than ideal.
But beforeing to Spectrehowl Pack, Madison had talked to her all night. She asked, “You promised to repay me. Still count?”
She was true to her word. Since she had promised, she would definitely do it.
But after she nodded solemnly, what she heard left her utterly shocked.
Madison asked her to mate with Eugene to pull him toward Germain.
If, after her efforts, Eugene was still unwilling, then she must find an opportunity to <b>kill </b>Eugene.
<b>She </b><b>was </b>terrified.
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Actually, while living in Madison’s manor, she noticed some oddities.
There were arcas she couldn’t ess. Despite her suspicions, she couldn’t investigate, nor did she dare to
One night, she was jolted awake by screams. She rushed to the door to see what was happening <b>but </b><b>was </b>stopped.
They told her to go back to bed, saying intruders had broken in and the wolf pack guards were dealing with them.
But the screams were clearly a woman’s.
Women can be thieves, but who would dare to steal from Madison’s heavily guarded manor?
“Astria, the Hutchinsons are here,” the omega urged.
Asa smoothed her expression and said, “Let’s go.”
She hoped the Hutchinsons wouldn’t want her. With Eugene’s status, he could choose any she–wolf.
Plus, her identity was fake.
Her wolf ears twitched with nervousness.
At the packhouse, she walked gracefully, her skirt swishing.
She had practiced this walk for days.
The swish of her skirt against the floor carried a hint of jasmine, soft and deliberate.
Luna Cassia introduced her. “This is Sibyl and Genevieve.”
Asa curtsied to Sibyl and Genevieve. “Hello, distinguished guests,” she said, her jasmine pheromones rippling softly.
“And this is Eugene and Paisley, Sibyl’s goddaughter,” Luna Cassia added.
Paisley had already been introduced <i>by </i>Sibyl.
Asa wasn’t one to feign shyness. She curtsied as usual, her jasmine pheromones maintaining a polite distance. “Hello, Eugene. Hello, Paisley,” she said.
Paisley returned the gesture. “Nice to meet you.”
Eugene acknowledged her with a nod.
Paisley looked her over. She had a well–proportioned face,rge almond eyes, and lips that were just <b>right</b>, with a nice curve.
Spotting a tiny red mole on Asa’s upper lip, she thought it added a touch of yfulness to <b>her </b>dignified,
appearance<b>. </b>
There was no trace of coarseness about her. Her manners were impable.
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<b>Yet</b><b>, </b>there was a certain air about her that hinted at a history of self–reliance, which was <b>hard </b>to conceal Paisley had encountered people like this before.
Oddly, Adide also had this kind of spontaneity wrapped in rule, asionally revealing <b>itself</b><b>. </b>In <b>this </b><b>sense</b><b>, </b>Asa and Adide were quite simr.
Speaking of simrities, Paisley nced at her again and felt an odd sense of familiarity, though <b>she </b>couldn’t quite ce it.
She was certain she’d never met Asa before, but the subtle movements from her bow to her seated <b>posture </b>felt strikingly familiar.