Adelaide, the daughter of the Alpha of the Shadow Fang Pack, used to live a very happy life until her father and brother died in the battle for the Lycan King. She followed the agreement between the packs and became the Luna of Ulric, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. After waiting for a year, Alpha Ulric returned from the battlefield with glory. However, he told Adelaide that he had fallen in love with another female werewolf, Velda. He hoped that Velda could become his mate. To compensate Adelaide, he allowed her to stay in the Blood Moon Pack. Under the mockery and humiliation of everyone in the Blood Moon Pack, she returned to the Shadow Fang Pack. Adelaide went to the battlefield. On the battlefield, she was both intelligent and brave, and she made many military achievements, winning the admiration of everyone. At the same time, she met Lance, an Alpha who had a crush on her since they were young... And at this moment, Alpha Ulric regretted his actions.
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The council hall of the Bloodmoon Pack hummed with cedar and damp.
I shrugged off my sweat-drenched silver fox cloak, my fingers absently tracing the Moon Goddess pendant at my throat.
The bronze throne beside me yawned empty—Alpha Ulrik's seat.
Boots echoed on stone steps before the door burst open, snowmelt and pine scent flooding in.
I knocked over the mead jug, rising to greet him, amber liquid pooling over the sheepskin map.
"You're finally back," I managed, my voice catching.
A year ago, we'd pledged ourselves as mates before the pack. Then the Lycan King summoned him north.
He never even marked me.
Now, as I looked at him, my mind was a tangled web.
My wolf let out a faint, rebellious snarl, catching a tangle of scents on Ulrik’s trail that made its hackles rise.
Now Ulrik stood armored and alive, his jaw set in that familiar stubborn line.
"Adelaide, the Lycan King's declared Velda will join the Bloodmoon Pack. I'll mark her."
My wolf snarled low in my ribs, scenting the musk of another female on him.
"Lycan Luna swore Velda was a warrior through and through. Will she kneel as a breeder?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Ulrik's cedar scent, laced with his Alpha aura, swept over me like a tidal wave.
He strode past me toward the throne, the tail of his sword scabbard scraping water-soaked stone and scraping up dark red moss.
"I'm marking her as my mate," his voice carried a sharp edge of anger. "She'll be my second Luna, just like you—equal in the Bloodmoon Pack."
The silver chain snapped in my fist. The moonstone pendant clattered toward a rain puddle.
"Two Lunas? The Moon Goddess would rage, and Bloodmoon would weaken..." I ground the shattered gem beneath my heel. The rain pounding outside the Packhouse suddenly roared in my ears. "Last year, on this day, you swore before her statue that my eyes were brighter than midsummer's—"
"Those were pheromones talking!" he roared, slit pupils narrowing as lightning flashed.
His sword hissed free, the tip lifting my damp collar. "Look at your neck. Even the temporary mark's fading."
He sheathed the blade with a metallic sigh. "Velda and I fought side by side in the north. I admired her. I used my campaign merits to petition the Lycan King for her place here. As my mate. Truth is, I didn't need your approval."
I stared at my flushed face reflected in the blade, memories flooding back of the East Wing collapse during the dry season
Those sweltering nights hauling basalt in the heat—Ulrik's messengers always claimed war made replies impossible.
Turns out, the cornflower seeds in the battle reports were never for me.
I let out a soft laugh, but when I spoke again, my voice was laced with sarcasm. "So you 'admire' her? What about the promises you made before you left for the northern tribes? You said if I fulfilled my duties as Bloodmoon's Luna, you'd use your merits to help save Frostfang Pack."
Ulrik's expression turned awkward.
He looked away, his voice tight. "Let's just forget those words. When we pledged to be mates, I hadn't met Velda yet. You were always suited to be a Luna... and now, I need something real."
I watched him, noting the tenderness in his eyes whenever he spoke of Velda.
Soon, he turned back to me. "She's unlike any she-wolf I've ever met. I love her."
I felt like I'd swallowed a fly—disgusted, but I pushed through the lump in my throat.
"And the elder Alpha and Luna—they agree?"
"Of course. It's the Lycan King's decree. My father, as former Alpha, understands its weight. Besides, they adore Velda."
They actually agreed? How ironic.
After all I'd done for Bloodmoon this past year, this was my reward.
"Is she already here? Why can't I sense her?"
I frowned, my wolf snarling in my mind as its tail lashed against my spine.
"No intruder's scent," it growled back.
Ulrik's gaze flickered, then he snapped, "She'll be my mate soon. I've already given her a temporary mark."
My wolf erupted in a snarl of fury.
Though Ulrik hadn't fully marked me, our vows before the Moon Goddess had forged a mate bond.
Giving another she-wolf a temporary mark was betrayal plain and clear.
Sensing my rage, he sheathed his sword with a metallic screech that startled the starlings nesting outside.
His ironclad armor slammed into me, knocking me back. The bronze candelabra behind me thudded as I collided with it.
"I know you feel wronged," he said, silhouetted against the light, "but it's the Lycan King's command." He paused at the stone door. "You're still the nominal Luna—until the pack grows familiar with Velda."
I forced a smile. "Then have Velda come see me. I have questions for her."
Ulrik refused flatly. "No need. She's not like the simpering she-wolves you know. A warrior through and through, too proud for petty jealousy."
I countered, "What does that make the she-wolves I know? Or what does it make me, in your eyes?"
Third Person's POVVelda braced her hands against the ground. Her mint-green pheromones turned sour, and the healing mark on the back of her neck itched sharply.Her wolf cowered in her mind, ears drooping and tail curled nervously between her legs.She shouted, "Stop! Please stop!"As Adelaide bent down, silver-blue blood seeped from her knuckles. Her cedar pheromones, laced with the chill of fir, pressed against the floor.Her pupils slit into dark gold, and the wolf-head pendant on her collarbone grew hot. "Can't take it anymore? You once sneered at she-wolves who fought over Alphas. So why are you here today? To have me persuade Gloria not to mate with Ulrik?" Adelaide's voice was sharp. "Remember this, Velda. Your past arrogance is now matched by your humiliation."A broken howl escaped Velda's throat, her mint-green pheromones thrown into chaos.She trembled, wanting to retort but reminded of her recent fights with Ulrik over his plan to bond with Gloria.Her nails elongated ins
Third Person's POVVelda was in a panic. Her pheromones fluctuated wildly, and a rotten scent emanated from the glands in the back of her neck.Her pupils rapidly shifted between wolf and human, showing her unstable state.Her fingers elongated into sharp nails that tore her clothes, yet she felt nothing.She muttered, "I didn't do anything wrong. Those werewolves hid Western Tribe warriors. They weren't ordinary civilians. I was right to eliminate them. Your family was killed by Western Tribe warriors, and it has nothing to do with me.""Right, it's unrelated. I'm not wrong," she said, swallowing hard and trying to crawl away.Adelaide's voice came from behind. "Just like that, crawling on the ground. My brother's mate tried to protect the children. She was badly hurt but forced herself to crawl toward her children, leaving a trail of blood. She finally collapsed beside them."Velda froze, the scene flashing in her mind, making her shudder even more."You say I hate you because you t
Third Person's POV"It's you! You've caused the discord between us! He won't even touch me now! If it weren't for you stopping the rescue mission, I wouldn't have suffered like this! Did you collude with Solanke? Are you framing me together? They never touched me! You tell Ulrik the truth!" Velda's voice trembled with panic and fury, her pheromones reeking of sulfur—a telltale sign of extreme agitation."Adelaide, they say you're a hero, but you stood by and did nothing! You're unfit to be a werewolf general! You let us fall into Solanke's hands as prisoners! You let us endure torture and humiliation!"Velda's accusations quivered as she tried to mask her fear with defiance.Adelaide's gaze sharpened, her cedar pheromones hinting at her forced calm.Still gripping Velda's collar, she turned to Beata and said, "Watch Cedric and ensure he doesn't leave the house."Her voice carried an undeniable aura.Beata, who had been glaring at Velda, immediately complied. "Yes, right away."She spr
Third Person's POVAdelaide stood up and stepped through the water on the floor, approaching Velda one step at a time.She bent down and whispered into Velda's ear, "Hasn't Solanke's revenge woken you up yet? Do you still think you're the kingdom's top female Gamma? Velda, you're nothing. Ulrik mated with you out of novelty. If he truly valued you, he'd give you the Luna position, not make you a breeder."Velda's face turned pale. "He's keeping some face for you, but I don't care about status."Adelaide grabbed her collar, then let go and smoothed it out.Her voice was icy cold. "Do you think I need his face? And what have you gained by not caring about status? You came here to show off, thinking I'd hold back for my reputation?"Her fingers gripped Velda's chin, applying so much pressure that Velda's tears welled up."Killing you would be too easy. But I want you to live and see the day you become the very woman you despise—one
Third Person's POVAdelaide ignored her and continued, "Second, I clearly remember your arrogant words that day. You demeaned women to worthlessness. I don't envy you. I only look down on you. As a woman, you show no compassion for other women. Your character is truly worrying."Velda snorted coldly, "Is that so? With your superior combat skills back then, if you took offense at me, why not challenge me physically?""Because you meant nothing to me."Adelaide's gaze was as deep as ink. "In my eyes back then, you were a clown. I disdained physical confrontation. You only offended me verbally, and I responded in kind. Ulrik was the one who kept breaking promises. He was my sole target.""Humph, you keep saying you disdained it. I don't believe you didn't think of killing me back then," Velda continued to sneer."I know your powerful wolf packs' nobility—hypocritical and pseudo-noble, yet small-minded. You didn't cause me trouble just to
Adelaide's POVI went to bed late, so I was surprised when Beata came to report early in the morning.She said Velda was causing a commotion outside the pack's borders, demanding to see me. They couldn't drive her away, so they had no choice but to wake me.I sat up in bed, groggy and dazed for a moment—she had actually come.I became more alert. I communicated with my wolf and had it enhance my hearing. Sure enough, the distant noise from the pack's borders was intense—it was Velda's voice.The back of my neck suddenly felt hot, and cedar pheromones escaped my control.Velda's pine needle scent mixed with wolfsbane lingered like an ice pick piercing the Frostfang Pack's barrier.Cedric made a weak whimpering sound in the next room. His silver-blue pupils narrowed into slits through the door crack, accompanied by loud shouting.I worried that if Velda kept this up, Cedric would be upset.Though he was much be
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