Third Person’s POV


    Lancepletely saw through Hunt’s n and called him out on it without hesitation.


    Hunt stared at Lance with his mouth open, and after a long moment, slowly lowered his head.


    But Lance knew Hunt hadn’t epted his own guilt.


    Hunt saw himself as a victim in the plot, a pawn controlled by Madison, just like the she- wolves.


    Lance wasn’t interested in talking to him anymore.


    He understood one thing–Hunt just needed a reason that could fool himself and the world.


    If everyone believed he acted under duress, his reputation wouldn’t bepletely ruined, and he might even earn some sympathy.


    That sympathy could make it easier for the Shumans to stay in the capital and not be forced to leave their home.


    Hunt had married Madison for the sake of his pack.


    Spectrehowl Pack was already in decline.


    With Madison’s help, Spectrehowl regained its prestige, and members entered government offices.


    Wanda also managed the pack’s businesses. Even after paying taxes, the profits were significant.


    With sess in both career and wealth, Hunt might have struggled at first.


    He was just a regr guy back then, unaware of how cruel people could be.


    But ambition slowly eroded his morals. He went from disagreeing to willingly bing Madison’s aplice.


    He even managed to y the role of a loving father to his many daughters, making the children believe he genuinely cared for them and their mothers.


    Unfortunately, all that “affection” was just a tool to manipte people.


    Lance’s final words were, “Your crimes are unforgivable. Lycan Erasmus has ordered your execution to be carried out soon as a warning to others.”


    With that, Lance turned and left the room, leaving Hunt slumped on the floor.


    The Shumans sent $500,000, iming it was their maximum contribution to settling the affected she–wolves.


    Mrs. Shuman, Hunt’s mother, kept crying, saying the family didn’t have much savings left.


    Adide cut her off. “Lycan Erasmus specifically demanded $1 million, not a cent less. Your son will be executed in three days. You, the Shuman family, can see him onest time.”


    Mrs. Shuman desperately wanted to see her son–the child she had carried for nine months.


    But when she saw the icy look from Mr. Shuman, she tearfully changed her mind. “No, I won’t. What’s the point? It will only bring more sadness… and anger. Our Shumans can’t ept what he did.”


    “That’s right, his crimes are unforgivable. It’s better not to see him,” Mr. Shuman echoed.


    They were eager topletely distance themselves from Hunt. It wasn’t that they didn’t care about their son; it was that he was going to die anyway. They just needed to ensure the pack wasn’t implicated.


    Adide had fulfilled her duty to inform them.


    Since they chose not to visit, Adide took the check and dismissed them.


    The Shuman family were clever with their tactics. They knew that handing over the entire $1 million at once would make them look rich.


    Also, they assumed Lycan Erasmus would use some of Madison’s seized assets for the resettlement, so they tried to pay less.


    But Adide knew that every cent of that money was needed.


    The next day, the Shuman family delivered the remaining $500,000.


    Adide used a portion of the money to give to the she–wolves who chose to return to their hometowns.


    She specifically instructed that they were no longer to be called breeders–they were simply themselves, no longer anyone’s mistress or private property.


    However, since most of these she–wolves had daughters, many chose not to leave.


    The majority opted to go to the Pearwater Shelter.


    Ramona chose not to go, but Paisley was made responsible for her whereabouts.


    Daphne, from the Aldrich side, also didn’t go–Aldrich dered he wouldn’t let her leave until she gained weight to his satisfaction.


    As for Stanley’s mistress, Julia, she was taken to the Pearwater Shelter by Heath.


    Adide happened to be there arranging the resettlement. When she saw Heath drop off Julia, she instructed the staff to process her.


    Heath looked at Adide with a pleading expression. “Gamma Adide, can I speak to you in private?”


    Adide handed the resettlement list to Paisley. She then told Heath, “Let’s talk outside. This is an area for she–wolves. It’s not appropriate for you to be inside.”


    “Of course, thanks.” Heath led the way, and the two walked out of the shelter.


    The shelter wasn’t small, but it couldn’t amodate this many people, so construction was underway to expand it.


    “What is it?” Adide stood under a tree, the sun filtering through the branches onto her face.


    Her eyes were devoid of emotion, and her expression was cool.


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    A trace of embarrassment shed in Heath’s eyes. He said quietly, “Julia has a daughter, and she’s half–sister. Can we have the child ced here at the Pearwater Shelter? But please don’t tell anyone she’s Julia’s daughter. Just say she’s an orphan and have the shelter director adopt her. I will pay all the expenses regrly.”