LOGINAdelaide's POV
Beata brought the Frostfang asset list. "You've covered six million in Bloodmoon's operating costs this year alone. The mines, houses, estates? untouched. All of Luna Airella's bank accounts and property deeds are locked in the vault."
I stared at the list. Airella had prepared all this to ensure my happiness—how heartbreaking my current situation must be to her memory.
My wolf whined, pain lancing through me.
"Where can we even go, Adelaide?" Beata asked. "Back to Frostfang?"
The memory of Frostfang's plaza, slick with blood, flashed before my eyes.
My heart clenched. "Anywhere's better than here."
"But won't Ulrik be thrilled if we leave?" Beata fumed.
"Let him," I said flatly. "Staying here would mean a lifetime of watching them fawn over each other. Beata, Frostfang's down to me. I need to live well—to honor my parents and brothers. The Moon Goddess will watch over us."
"Adelaide!" Beata sobbed.
I knew her pain—everyone she loved had died in Frostfang's massacre.
"Is there no another way at all?"
"There is," I said, my voice tinged with a wolfish rasp.
I traced the fading moon-mark on my neck. Moonlight from the bronze sconce cast wolf-shaped shadows on the starstone walls. "I'll go to the Lycan King."
I pricked my finger on the temporary mark, silver-blue blood blooming on my shirt. "I'll use my family's merits to ask him to revoke the decree."
Beata paled. "Don't! The Lycan King won't agree—he'll be furious. He has powers beyond shifters. Don't risk it."
"Think I'm that foolish?" I smiled faintly. "If the Lycan King allowed Ulrik and Velda to bond, he can allow me to leave Bloodmoon."
I wouldn't leave as a deserter or exile.
As the last of Frostfang's Alpha bloodline—one of the mightiest packs in the shifter kingdom—I'd leave with my head held high.
A knock sounded at the door. "Luna Adelaide, Luna Rosemary requests your presence," came the voice from outside.
Adelaide suppressed her wolf and rose gracefully. "Let's go," she said.
Sunset bathed the Bloodmoon Pack's plaza, the rain having ceased. Autumn wind swept toward the nearby Packhouse.
Bloodmoon's territory, a gift from the previous Lycan King, once thrived.
Now it faded.
The Tenar family held no sway with the current king, nor seats in the royal council.
Only Alpha Ulrik and his brother Simon fought for the Lycan King.
The former Alpha's brother remained in the pack, refusing to branch out.
With dwindling members, Bloodmoon weakened further.
Beata and I arrived at Luna Rosemary's residence. She looked robust.
She lounged on an obsidian sofa, her claws tapping the armrest in greeting.
Others were present—Simon and his mate Tamara, Ulrik's sister Sabrina, even the elder Alpha's brother.
"May the moonlight bless you, elder kin, loyal companions," I intoned, bowing to expose the healing mark on my neck.
"Come closer," Luna Rosemary beckoned, her silver fur shimmering. "The northern winds have finally returned your mate. Frostfang's blood-debt shall be settled."
I asked calmly, "Have you met Velda today?"
Luna Rosemary's smile faltered, then resumed. "Met her? She's as rough as sandstone, though her looks can't compare to yours."
I held my gaze. "So, you don't approve of her?"
Luna Rosemary forced a smile. "Likes and dislikes come with time. Since the Lycan King has spoken, it's settled. Velda will ride with Ulrik, and you'll manage the pack as Luna. How perfect."
"Perfect indeed," I said, my smile sharp. "A warrior like her reduced to a breeder—what a waste."
Luna Rosemary laughed lightly. "Lycan King's decree makes her a Luna too, just like you."
"Two Lunas? Is that even tradition?"
Luna Rosemary's tone cooled. "You've managed well, Adelaide, but a Luna's duty is to support the Alpha."
"With Velda here, she can easily take over," I retorted.
"But Velda's always at war," Luna Rosemary said. "You're the one here, managing the pack."
I turned to Tamara. "You're a Beta's daughter, trained for this role. You can do it."
Tamara paled. "No, I—I'm not fit. Everyone's happy with how you run things. Let's keep it that way."
My lips curled. Happy because I fund the pack.
But times changed. Once, I genuinely wanted to be Ulrik's perfect mate.
Now? I wouldn't play the fool.
"Enough," I said, rising. "I'll pass on my duties tomorrow. From then on, Bloodmoon's problems are yours."
Third Person's POVBack at her pack house, Adelaide told Lance about the encounter. She quickly clarified, "Just so we're clear: I'm only keeping tabs on him because he's my subordinate and he's in a critical position. I'm not being jealous, just normally cautious."Lance chuckled, pinching her cheek. "You don't have to explain. Do you think I'm that petty? Right now, anyone you catch being too chummy with Germain should raise a flag. You're doing the right thing."Adelaide wrapped her arm around his, leaning in playfully. "I just didn't want you to misunderstand, though I know you're not petty."Lance took off his jacket, pulled Adelaide down to sit next to him, and asked, "I hear you're setting up an assessment for the Royal Guard? Are you planning to spar with them yourself?"Adelaide raised an eyebrow. "News travels fast! Ellen told you, didn't he?""He did. So, is this just because Ampelio tried to disrespect you?"Adelaide smile
Third Person's POVUlrik paused for a beat, then answered seriously, "I think focusing on the job is the most important thing right now. Gloria often talks about you, saying you're a really generous and broad-minded person. So, I figured you'd also prioritize work and wouldn't sweat the small stuff."Ampelio gave a dry laugh, clearly awkward. "Well, now you're making me sound like a petty jerk."He secretly knew Gloria was too high-and-mighty to say anything nice about him besides her brother, Tad.Ulrik was careful not to offend anyone, especially Adelaide.He had just gotten this job, and if he fell off this ladder now, he knew he'd never climb back up.Seeing that Ulrik wasn't biting, Ampelio grew bored and finally left.The thought of the impending assessment already gave him a headache.It wasn't just him; all twelve commanders of the Royal Guard would be involved. He knew he was going to be universally hated—women a
Third Person's POV"Well, it's not just me!" Ellen added with a grin."Right, of course." Ulrik gave an awkward laugh and stole a glance at Adelaide.He continued, "Then I'll organize an evening banquet at Bloodmoon sometime soon and invite all of you to join.""Sounds good." Ampelio nodded, adding a pointed remark. "I'll definitely be there, but I wonder if Gamma Adelaide will do us the honor."Ampelio was currently in a state of "outward submission, inward defiance" toward Adelaide.He deliberately made that comment to put Adelaide in an awkward spot.Adelaide sat in her chair, narrowing her eyes at the lingering bruises on Ampelio's face.She finally spoke. "Ampelio, for a Deputy Captain of the Royal Guard, your combat skills are terrible. In a few days, I will personally organize an assessment. All twelve commanders of the Royal Guard must attend. Go notify them."Ampelio bristled. "Are we the only ones being assesse
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Third Person's POVHunt's lips kept trembling, his words tumbling out incoherently in a rush of emotion. "Daphne, you came to see me, didn't you? You came to see me off, right? Daphne, you're the only one who truly cares about me! You're such a good girl!"Daphne shifted slightly, covering her nose with her sleeve. Her tone was flat and distant. "I didn't come to see you. I just wanted to ask what it feels like to be executed right now. Are you scared?"Hunt froze, staring at her as if he hadn't heard correctly. "Wh-what did you say?""I don't know if I'll get dragged into this mess later, but if I do, I might get the death penalty too. So I figured I'd ask about your feelings now, just so I can be ready." There was absolutely no warmth in Daphne's voice.Hunt's chest heaved violently, and his face instantly turned ash-white.He stammered, "How... how can you say that?"Daphne continued, "My mother used to say that bad deeds always come back to bite you, and sometimes the kids get dra
Third Person's POVUltimately, he was blinded by self-interest.At first, he may have resisted Madison's demands, but eventually, he became complicit.By the end, he was deeply involved, even participating in the manipulations behind the scenes.He thought that by pinning the blame entirely on Madison and feigning victimhood, he could escape punishment. He was wrong.Ron stopped talking, sitting quietly nearby.Finally, Hunt stopped crying. He looked up at Ron and asked, "When the head is cut off, does the person die immediately?"Ron replied vaguely, "How would I know? But forensic reports suggest the brain retains consciousness for a brief period. Of course, I haven't experienced it myself, so I don't know if it's true.""That's horrifying!" He stared blankly at Ron, unable to stop shaking."Yes, it is a horrible way to die. And with so many people watching."Hunt started to cry again, shouting through his tears







