Third Person's POV
Priscilla gazed at the painting for a while, resting her chin on her hand, when suddenly she became anxious. Though she knew little about art, she understood these oil paintings were invaluable.
If she sent them to Madison as demanded, they'd likely never return.
Yet refusing might provoke who-knows-what schemes from Madison and her daughter.
Before long, a messenger arrived and said, "A message from Alpha Adelaide: if the ladies wish to continue viewing the paintings, they're invited to the Frostfang Pack. She and Mr. Neil await them graciously."
"I'm in!"
Doug's granddaughter Abigail blurted out without a second thought, decorum forgotten.
The chance to meet Mr. Neil—what did propriety matter?
Lycan Erasmus was also there, and many genuinely wished to meet Mr. Neil. They all agreed to go.
An omega asked Priscilla, "Shall I prepare the carriage?"
Priscilla was torn. As the host, she'd los
Third Person's POVAfter Melinda spoke, she was assisted by an omega into the car.Adelaide watched her leave, a strange chill creeping up from the back of her neck, as if sensing something ominous.Back at the Packhouse, she still felt the cold and asked Jasmine to bring a hand warmer.Ivy, worried, asked, "Adelaide, are you feeling unwell?""No, I just suddenly feel cold," Adelaide replied, wrapping herself tighter in her fox-fur cape.The underfloor heating was on, and the air was filled with cedar pheromones.Ivy felt Adelaide's forehead. It was cold, prompting her to immediately contact Galvin at Cedric's residence.Adelaide wanted to refuse but couldn't withstand Ivy's insistence.Galvin arrived with a medical kit. After a quick check with a stethoscope, he said with a smile, "Don't worry. Adelaide's vital signs are stable. The old wounds from the battlefield are mostly healed. Just continue with the medicinal trea
Third Person's POVBefore entering the house, Melinda had learned the ins and outs from an omega and thus understood the situation. Consequently, she didn't empathize with her mother's dramatic lament.She spoke gravely, "Mother, when the Frostfang Pack was in trouble and you chose to stand aside, you shouldn't expect to reap any benefits now that they're regaining their glory.""Moreover, Adelaide never blamed you for not helping her back then. It was merely when she sent me gifts that you worried they might bring misfortune.""Besides, with Luna Airella gone, your bond with Adelaide is tenuous at best. She left early for the Shadow Peaks training and, upon returning, preferred to spend time with me. You never even offered her a meal. How can you now invoke past connections?"Skye felt a choke in her throat, her fir pheromones turning sour.After a while, she shifted the blame to a distant relative, Sidney."Sidney is also her aunt.
Third Person's POVSkye sat there stiffly, her fir pheromones crystallizing into frost in the air. She remained silent throughout the event.Yet, deep down, she was filled with anxiety. Being at the Frostfang Pack headquarters inevitably reminded her of Airella's past kindness toward her.The silver-wolf-pack totem mark on the back of her neck suddenly itched—it was the Moon Goddess's blessing that Airella had branded her with years ago. Now, it burned like wolfsbane.After Airella's death, Skye had treated Adelaide so poorly.When Adelaide arrived with Cedric, Skye's wolf ears flattened sharply.The silver cedar pheromones released by Adelaide carried the Alpha's inherent aura, causing the unhealed temporary mark on Skye's neck to break out in tiny red rashes.Though Adelaide's gaze was gentle, it was indifferent, as if she no longer considered Skye family."She's looking over here," Luna Skye's wolf tail curled into a b
Third Person's POVAdelaide smiled and said, "Since everyone likes my friend's oil paintings so much, if I said no to selling, you'd surely complain about me behind my back.""No, no," Minister of Royal Military Affairs, Elias, laughed and then said seriously, "Even if you don't sell, no one would complain. I'd be the first to speak up if anyone bad-mouthed you."The ladies exchanged glances.They knew Adelaide had military merits, but as a she-wolf, they doubted if royal officials truly valued her.Yet Elias's tone was so earnest that those who had gossiped about Adelaide with Madison now regretted it.If their words got out and offended her, it could cause trouble for their mates.Lycan Erasmus looked at Adelaide meaningfully and pointed to a painting. "Adelaide, I'll just take this one."Adelaide curtseyed slightly. "If you like it, take it. I can't accept money from you—it's a gift."Lycan Erasmus shook his hea
Third Person's POVPriscilla gazed at the painting for a while, resting her chin on her hand, when suddenly she became anxious. Though she knew little about art, she understood these oil paintings were invaluable.If she sent them to Madison as demanded, they'd likely never return.Yet refusing might provoke who-knows-what schemes from Madison and her daughter.Before long, a messenger arrived and said, "A message from Alpha Adelaide: if the ladies wish to continue viewing the paintings, they're invited to the Frostfang Pack. She and Mr. Neil await them graciously.""I'm in!"Doug's granddaughter Abigail blurted out without a second thought, decorum forgotten.The chance to meet Mr. Neil—what did propriety matter?Lycan Erasmus was also there, and many genuinely wished to meet Mr. Neil. They all agreed to go.An omega asked Priscilla, "Shall I prepare the carriage?"Priscilla was torn. As the host, she'd los
Third Person's POVRowena's words sent Priscilla's fir pheromones surging. She was proud yet tinged with guilt.She'd snubbed Adelaide on purpose, but Adelaide didn't seem to mind, even sending her a fine oil painting.This made Priscilla see Adelaide as tactful and magnanimous.In contrast, she felt petty.Spotting envy in the Full Moon Priestesses' eyes, she warmed to Adelaide—just a little.Madison and her daughter glanced at the painting, also stunned. But since it wasn't theirs, they had to nitpick.Madison, disregarding decorum time and again, shed her usual pretense of refinement.Her rose pheromones, laced with acidity, flared as she stood before the oil painting. Her vertically slit pupils narrowed to a thin line, and her wolf claws subconsciously scratched the gilded frame. She said, "Craig excels at plum blossoms. If he truly wanted to impress you, he'd gift a plum-themed painting. This snowy scene is just an afterthought," she remarked.She released royal musk pheromones,