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Madison smiled at him, but her eyes were full of malice. "I really hope I never see you again. You're disgusting. As a distinguished werewolf general, you marry a mated she-wolf. It's because of you that our royal family's face is dragged through the mud."
Lance reminded her, "You're no longer a member of the royal family. Don't worry about that."
Madison snorted coldly, "Shame on you! I can insult you like this, and you don't even get angry. If it were
Third Person's POVAfter dropping that freezing directive, Winslow turned on his heel and walked out, harshly snapping at the servants outside to get in there and clean up the broken porcelain.Rowena leaned weakly against the headboard, slowly closing her eyes.Two trails of cold tears slid silently down her wrinkled cheeks.Useless. Her son was completely and hopelessly useless.The next morning, Rowena summoned reporters from all the major press outlets in the capital and laid out the entire conspiracy for them to see.The ugly truth behind the whole mess was exposed without a single detail held back.Unsurprisingly, even these seasoned reporters, who were used to insane internal pack drama, looked completely shell-shocked.Rowena quietly watched the expressions on their faces—the skepticism, the political calculation, the cold indifference.Taking a deep breath, she continued, "I am overwhelmingly ashamed of my
Third Person's POVSabrina was nearly out of her mind with rage, her wolf teetering on the edge of a total meltdown. She let out a piercing scream."Adelaide! I will curse your name to the Moon Goddess every single night!"Adelaide and Paisley completely ignored her screaming, striding straight out without looking back.The Glenveil Pack's intel network was terrifyingly efficient. It only took one night for the entire truth to be compiled into a top-secret report sitting right on the desk.Rowena stayed up reading through the entire investigation and immediately summoned Alpha Winslow to her private sitting room.Even though her aura had thinned out with age, it still carried a heavy, intimidating weight."Tomorrow, you will kick Sabrina out of this pack and bring Wanda back. At the same time, dispatch our people to every crowded district in the capital to spread the truth and flip the public narrative protecting the Independent Cente
Third Person's POVIn reality, Adelaide had absolutely no intention of getting the Royal Marshals involved; she only brought them up to back Edgar into a corner and force a confession.Between his and Mabel's testimonies, they had finally pieced together the entire truth.The only lingering question was whether Winslow and his mother knew about Eleanor's actions and had been secretly covering for her all along.According to Adelaide's deductions, right as Eleanor's wolf spirit began to deteriorate, Alpha Winslow brought home a young, beautiful new breeder named Scarlett. The girl quickly won over the entire pack.Even Winslow frequently praised Scarlett's father as a highly respected scholar during official pack ceremonies. On top of that, every time he looked at Scarlett, his pheromones flared with intense desire.Eleanor's health took a sudden nosedive right after Scarlett arrived. To make matters worse, Scarlett got pregnant around the sa
Third Person's POVAdelaide and Paisley completely froze. Almost at the exact same time, they reached out and grabbed Mabel's arm in a vice grip."Who told you that? Give us the details, now!""I heard it a few weeks ago when I was picking up herbs from the apothecary," Mabel explained, eyes wide. "The owner's apprentice was gossiping about it. They said the Glenveils' witch doctor was secretly slipping small doses of monkshood into Scarlett's favorite venison blood soup, supposedly to balance out the gamey taste."Mabel had thought the whole thing sounded incredibly shady. She did some digging of her own and found out the witch doctor had been ordered to do it by someone in the shadows.Up on the top floor of the Stag Hunter Pub, the rich scent of malt ale filled the air, but it couldn't mask the heavy, tense atmosphere in the room.Edgar, a gray-haired, middle-aged male wolf, was grumbling to Ralph about internal pack politics. His pheromo
Third Person's POVShe caught her breath, her eyes sharp."I cornered one of the omegas, threw out a few threats, and she spilled the whole truth. A lot of those stories were completely made up. Wanda never abused them. They were the omegas serving the breeder; they barely had any interaction with Wanda on a normal day."Adelaide's wolf let out a vigilant howl. Sure enough, this was all tied to Eleanor.Eleanor was the absolute last person she wanted to be the mastermind.Over the years, Eleanor had poured her heart into the Glenveils without ever getting the recognition she deserved.She helped manage pack affairs and even acted as Winslow's plus-one to represent the pack at major events like the Inter-Pack Gala.But at the end of the day, she didn't have the title of Luna. Adelaide understood the survival rules of high-society werewolves all too well—none of the Lunas from the capital's elite packs probably gave Eleanor the ti
Third Person's POVStanley hadn't expected Hespere to be so blunt, piercing right through to his actual thoughts. For a moment, he froze, completely unsure of how to answer.Still, Stanley firmly believed that doing nothing meant making no mistakes. The Independent Center simply wasn't worth his precious daughter, Lycan Luna Camilla, taking any risks.Hespere knew her mate well enough to realize that his silence meant he wasn't convinced, so she didn't push the issue.A few days later, she took her most trusted omega maid and headed to the palace to meet with Camilla.Camilla Wall paused after listening to her mother's pitch about the Center.She shook her head gently, frowning."Mom, think about it. How could I possibly back Adelaide? Lycan Erasmus was against her idea from day one. As his Luna, I obviously can't support it either."Hespere was taken aback."Oh Moon Goddess... Camilla, are you absolutely sure you don't
Third Person's POV•The stylist chuckled, "Cedric is quite handsome. He'll surely grow up to be a brave and strong werewolf."Cedric, always delighted to be praised as a future strong werewolf, promptly took a sugar from his stash and offered it to the stylist. "Here's a candy for you. Thank you so
Third Person's POVToday, with gifts to be logged and stored, the missing pink diamonds had to be reported.Caldwell knew these gifts came with registers and lists. Any shortage would be spotted at inventory.The diamonds arrived in boxes, some labeled with quantities. Regard
Third Person's POVAdelaide handed the receipt to the manager on the first floor. The manager promptly had someone bring over coffee, invited her to sit down, and personally retrieved the item.The manager was tall and thin, moving with agility. In no time, he returned with a box and presented it t
Third Person's POVThe pine torches on the rock wall crackled and spat, casting interwoven shadows in the flickering firelight. The entire night was bathed in a warm, primal gold.And wasn't their life ahead long enough?The next morning, before 6. a. m., Ivy knocked outside.The bedroom had an inn







