LOGINAdelaide's POV
Beata didn't argue further, sensing my resolve.
I wasn't mad. Beata, an Omega raised in Frostfang, still had that innocence—they didn't bully Omegas there.
But I, as Alpha-born, had to stand my ground.
Outside the palace, time stretched endlessly.
Finally, the doors opened. Fabian, Lycan Erasmus's Beta, emerged.
"Adelaide, Lycan Erasmus will see you now."
Relief washed over me. I nodded gratefully and followed him in.
The obsidian tiles carried hints of dragon's breath pheromones—every step felt like walking on ice.
I stared at the patterns under Fabian's crimson cape, blood rising in my throat as my wolf clawed at my consciousness, straining against the invisible aura from the throne.
The cedar scent that once clung to my father's armor now froze my nape with glacial cold.
I knelt before Lycan Erasmus, head bowed.
My gaze fell on the shattered moonstone patterns on the floor.
A bronze candelabra sparked as Erasmus's snow-leopard boots crushed wolf-shaped reliefs beneath him, grinding my shadow's head to dust.
"Speak on your feet." His voice boomed like glaciers colliding, sending dust cascading from the rafters.
I pressed my hands to my throbbing neck veins, bowed properly.
"Lycan Erasmus, I'm sorry to intrude, but I beg your mercy."
The golden-trimmed throne creaked. A surge of white musk hit the air.
My knees slammed the floor, shoulder blades groaning under the pressure.
Through blurred vision, I saw my broken nails digging into my palms.
"Adelaide, I've already declared my orders to all Alphas," Erasmus said, his voice as unyielding as three years ago in Silvermoon Canyon. "I can't take it back."
Straining against the suffocating aura, I lifted my chin.
His dark-gold slit pupils narrowed, aurora-like energy swirling in his eyes—the legendary "Sky's Eye" that once tore apart the Northern Bear Pack.
"I'm not asking you to rescind your decree," I said, every word a fight. "I'm asking for a new one—permission to rejct my mating bond with Alpha Ulrik."
My split canines bit through my lower lip, blood filling my mouth.
"Rejection? You want to reject Ulrik?" Lycan Erasmus's tone was filled with surprise.
I held back tears. "Lycan Erasmus, Alpha Ulrik and Velda used their battle merits to ask for your permission to form a mating bond. Today marks the anniversary of my father and brothers' death. I want to use their merits to ask for your permission to reject Ulrik."
"Do you know what awaits you outside Bloodmoon, Adelaide?" Erasmus's voice held a hint of complexity.
"Do you know what you'll face after this rejection?"
Before Erasmus became Lycan King, he'd visit Frostfang often.
He trained with my father and brought me gifts.
But when I was sent to the elders, he faded from my life.
"I know," I forced a smile. "I won't stand in Ulrik and Velda's way. If their love's true, it's the Moon Goddess's will. I won't break tradition."
"Frostfang's gone, Adelaide. Will you return to ruins? What's next for you?"
At that moment, my mood had already calmed down.
I answered, "I'd visited Frostfang today. The land's abandoned, but the wards still hold. I'll take in any wolf who wants to join and care for lone pups. Even if Frostfang remains small, I'll keep it alive."
The young king rose, his crimson cape sweeping down a row of candles.
In the flickering gloom, he leaned close, the rust of iron and white musk hitting my senses. "Really thought this through? The little wolf who tugged at my sleeve for frosting-topped pastries—look at you now…"
His fingers, armored in black iron, tapped the desk. "Using Frostfang's merits for freedom?"
"I have. I won't choke my life away on a broken bond or a title."
"You said you liked Ulrik when you two mated."
Liked?
Not exactly. I'd always admired shifter warriors, and my mom wanted peace for me. That's why I agreed.
I smiled faintly. "If he can walk away, so can I."
Erasmus's slit pupils blazed sapphire. "I grant it. A new decree will come—freeing you both."
"Adelaide, if anyone crosses you, my door's always open," he added gently.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," I said, feeling lighter already.
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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
Third Person's POVThe execution site was not a place for the faint of heart, and children were strictly forbidden—though no parent would have brought them anyway.Yet, the world is never short on people who crave a spectacle, and Hunt's status as a "Princess's mate" drew a huge crowd.After all, seeing someone so highly placed face execution was a rare event.This specific execution ground was usually busy in December when most death sentences were carried out.Around ten in the morning, Ellen arrived with the Capital Guard to establish order. They cordoned off the area with ropes, forcing the crowd back behind the boundary.Hunt was still at the Ministry of Justice, yet to be transported to the site.As was customary, the Ministry of Justice prepared a lavish last meal for the condemned.Hunt managed to hold himself together at first, but when the food was served, he began to tremble uncontrollably, unable to eat or spe
Third Person's POV"But your daughter will be living there," Adelaide reminded her.Julia turned her face away, strands of long hair slipping over her shoulder. She spoke softly. "I know. But she won't suffer there. She'll grow up safely, like any normal child."Her eyes were full of longing.That was the stable life she had never had, and now that her daughter could have it, she was content.Adelaide's voice warmed. "Good. If you don't want to go back, no one can force you. You have no formal status in Styxwarden, so they have no right to make you leave here."Julia slid off the bed, barefoot, and bowed deeply to Adelaide, her voice catching with emotion. "Thank you... You don't know what this means to us. The knife that was hanging over our heads is finally gone. Now, when I dream, I won't have those terrible nightmares anymore."Adelaide quickly helped her up. "The case isn't completely closed yet, so you haven't truly gained your
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