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    Rosa looked at her, squinting, “You’re not her–how could you understand her pain? What do you know?” <fnfcb9> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? F?nd-Novel</fnfcb9>


    “I’m not her, nor do Iprehend this twisted mindset where a slight grievance or setback warrants others‘ deaths,” Adide said icily.


    “What else could she possibly desire? Even if my father had mated her, and the Lycan King had allowed him to return to battle–would she truly have permitted it? Her love is possessive and dictatorial, utterly devoid of respect.”


    “No, that’s just your assumption,” Rosa shook her head.


    “You don’t understand her years of inner torment. She hasn’t been well. Had she mated with your father as wished, she would have respected all his decisions and taken pride in him.”


    “Who are you fooling? Do you even believe that yourself?”


    Adide’s expression was indifferent. “How could someone who values life so little be expected to release my father, letting him quell rebellions and defend territories?


    “How could someone who seeks momentary relief through countless lives and bloodshed be expected to support my father withoutint?”


    Tears welled in Rosa’s eyes but didn’t fall. Her expression was bleak, “She knew of your father’s ambitions–how could she stand in his way?”


    “Easier said than done. Over the years, the only one who stayed by my father’s side withoutint was my mother. She bore us seven siblings, managed the pack’s affairs, and never caused my father a moment’s worry. After the initial passion between mates fades, what remains is raising children, theplexities of pack business, and the constant dread and sleepless nights when my father was away at war. In my eyes, my father is a hero, and so is my mother. Can you say Madison could do the same?”


    Rosa’s lips trembled, but Adide cut her off.


    “She couldn’t. She’d throw tantrums with my father over trivial matters and take out her frustrations on the pack’s omegas, chopping off fingers and toes for her own satisfaction. Don’tpare her to my mother–she’s not even worthy to be mentioned in the same breath!”


    “The she–wolves you speak of, most were pampered at home. Yet they were kidnapped,


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    stripped of freedom, and met silent, brutal deaths in Madison’s manor—and you think they should be grateful.”


    “Rosa, have you ever dreamed of those deceased she–wolves and infants?”


    Rosa pped a hand over her mouth, tears streaming down her face.


    Adide stared coldly, delivered her final words, and stood up, “Rosa, have some reverence for life.”


    She walked out, Lance emerging from behind the partition and following her, ordering Rosa to be returned to her cell.


    As Rosa was half–carried away, her once straight back was now bent and devoid of dignity.


    Adide said, “Give her a couple of days to calm down. We’ll need to interrogate her again. She knows where Hunt’s daughters are, the whereabouts of Madison’s former confidants, and whether the manor’s staff–reced in batches–were killed or not.”


    “Rest assured, all of this wille to light,” Lance said.


    They headed toward the Ministry’s front yard when Dennis came rushing over. “Alpha Lance, Gamma Adide, the box has been dug up. There’s a notebook inside, detailing everyone’s origins, names, ages upon arrival, and for some, ages and manners of death.”


    “Let’s go,” Lance said, his eyes darkening.


    Each took a notebook.


    Adide’s listed every child’s gender and their mother’s identity.


    Lance’s detailed each breeder’s background, name, age, and how they entered the manor.


    After, reviewing their own, they swapped.


    Adide found a she–wolf from Blue Ridge, the youngest in her family.


    Rosa had noted an 80% resemnce to Adide’s mother.


    Maya had handed her over to Madison at age fifteen. She died at eighteen.


    Adide scanned the notebook for Maya’s name but found it only once.


    Other women had lower simrity ratings–even Aireanna was only 40-50% alike.


    Some had no resemnce, merely simr names.


    Most were kidnapped, only five bought.


    In total, 182 people were recorded, 142 deceased, leaving just 40 alive.


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    The final page noted not all women became breeders–some were tortured and killed after fulfilling Madison’s rage.


    Over the years, 28 male infants were born, none surviving.


    36 female infants were born, seven stillborn; others were discarded for “unfavorable”


    appearances.


    Cases like Ramona and Wilorina, raised and sent away, were unrecorded.


    Lance mmed the table in fury. “This is monstrous!”