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Watching Tommy drive away, Caldwell sighed.
Alt hough Alpha Lance adhered to tradition, he'd still bond with Miss Davidson despite Priscilla's opposition, even without Lycan Erasmus's backing.
Over at the Frostfang Pack, Adelaide received word that Alpha Lance would visit.
If it were military business, he'd summon her directly. So why the personal visit?
Clearly, it wasn't about military affairs.
She suspected it was about his offer of a royal position.
She instructed Valentin to prepare for the visit but planned to consult Shaman Digby about Sidney's health.
Sidney was the one who presided over the bonding ceremony between Ulrik and her.
But after she dissolved the mate bond, Sidney never inquired about it, so she assumed Sidney was unaware.
Sidney's illness was likely known to Doctor Digby.
Adelaide worried that Sidney's illness might have worsened, especially since Digby probably infor
Third Person's POVUlrik couldn't avoid it anymore. He told them what happened, his voice unnaturally low, sounding like a confession. "She had an argument with Rosemary, and Rosemary threw a medicine cup at her. She ducked and lost her footing. She fell…"Cynthia gasped sharply, her wolf exploding with shock.She leaned against the cold corridor wall, steadying herself, and demanded, "What? Your mother actually—threw something at a she-wolf carrying your cub?"Ulrik's face was pale with guilt. His wolf was roaring softly, a hint of bitter self-blame in his scent. He quickly explained, "My mother was absolutely wrong."He took a deep breath, forcing down his aura to avoid disturbing Gloria in the room. "But the priority right now is saving Gloria. The doctor said Gloria has a history of miscarriage. Her uterus was already damaged, and her blood vessels are fragile. The shock of the fall makes severe hemorrhaging very likely. The bleeding is serious; we have to deliver the baby fast an
Third Person's POVGloria was injected with labor-inducing drugs. Waves of pain, like bones being ripped apart, kept washing over her. She was on the verge of losing consciousness from the agony.At first, she was biting back the screams, desperately trying to maintain her "Luna" dignity.But soon, the unbearable pain was magnified and torn through her by her wolf. Her cries changed from suppressed gasps to hoarse, screaming howls of pain.She tried adjusting her breathing, following the midwife's instructions, pushing again and again, but nothing helped.The pain and helplessness swallowed her whole like a tide.She finally broke, sobbing hysterically. The screams tearing from her throat contained a completely uncontrolled wolf howl, ripping her voice apart. "Ulrik—! Ulrik!! Get my family here now!"Her pheromones went haywire, spreading fear and distress chaotically throughout the room.The scent of antiseptic was drowned out, replaced by the aura of a she-wolf near collapse. Even t
Third Person's POVSo, the recently appointed Captain of the Lycan King's Personal Wolf-Guard spent most of his time doing basic grunt work right under Paisley's nose: wiping down weapons, organizing training gear, and sweeping the combat mats.Tamara's suicide hit Ulrik hard.He knew perfectly well that Gloria was largely to blame—if not for her relentless, unreasonable demands, Tamara might not have been pushed to such a breaking point.So, he avoided the Bloodmoon packhouse whenever he could.Even cleaning weapons with a cold rag in the biting wind of the training yard felt far better than facing Gloria's perpetual scowl.The second round of snow fell steadily for two days.The entire Bloodmoon territory was gripped by an icy cold.Rosemary's room was the one place that absolutely couldn't run out of coal—she was elderly and suffered from chronic illness, and cold could be dangerous.But the small stock in the warehouse wouldn't last the winter.Gloria grudgingly dipped into her pr
Third Person's POVAfter Tamara's death, someone had to take over the daily affairs of the Bloodmoon Pack.Logically, that role should have gone straight to Luna Gloria—as the Ironclaw Alpha's sister and the pack's current Luna, managing the finances and staff was her natural responsibility.But when she finally checked the accounts, she was met with a fact that sent her blood pressure soaring: the pack's public accounts were practically empty.The old businesses and properties had been sold off years ago by Isaiah to plug various financial holes.All that was left in the ledger were fixed upcoming costs: staff salaries, heating bills, final payments for winter clothes, and prepaid festive supplies—all expenses waiting to drain the meager funds.Gloria stared at the account book, her fingers curling tight, her knuckles white.Use her personal savings to cover this giant mess?Her mind screamed one thing, "Absolutely not."She knew exactly what she wanted: the status of an "administrat
Third Person's POVWhen Mallory's investigation team arrived at the Bloodmoon Pack, the air felt physically dense.The territory was habitually cold and oppressive. As the forensic werewolf officers stepped into the main house, they could smell the mixture of fear, anger, and uneasy guilt.But when they began questioning everyone about Tamara's "character before death," the answers described half a dozen different she-wolves.Gloria—Voice sharp, scent slightly prickly, "She was selfish, lazy, and acted like the world owed her something."Ulrik—Voice strained, slightly hesitant, "It wasn't that bad... she was actually quite understanding, just too weak-willed."Rosemary—Full of venom, "Her? Vicious, cunning, lazy, greedy! She completely ruined the Bloodmoon Pack's name! Her death was no loss."Velda—Stepping out from her seclusion for a rare statement, "It had nothing to do with me."The omegas—Teary-eyed, "She was kind-hearted, just too soft. She never fought back when people bullied
Third Person's POVHer voice was hoarse. "Doesn't this just confirm everything the public has been saying about me being cruel to my sons' mates?""It's going to be impossible for Simon and Wilmot to find new mates now!""Why am I so unlucky? Why do I only encounter people like this?"The more she spoke, the faster and more agitated she became, her pheromones scattering all over the room. "It's all ruined! The Bloodmoon Pack's reputation is completely gone! This might even hurt Ulrik's career—if Lycan Erasmus's personal guard captain is under scrutiny, how will the council view him?"Rosemary cried hysterically, but not a single tear was shed for Tamara.Her grief, from start to finish, was not over Tamara's death, but over the fallout for herself and the pack's public image.The next day, the news reached the Blackthorn Pack.It was a holiday, and Lance and Adelaide had planned to pick up Cedric from the academy to take him out for lunch.The subtle scents of pine and young wolf stil







