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.
Third Person's POVAt a few low growls from the elder werewolves, the enraged villagers gradually stepped back, though their jaws remained clenched with fury. They would wait at the Wolves' Graveyard and make Velda pay for what she had done, inflicting the cruelest punishments they could imagine in a desperate attempt to ease the grief left by their innocent loved ones.The prison cart continued to move slowly along the dried riverbed.The werewolves escorting it remained expressionless. Then, in the distance, a large formation of armored werewolves came into view, marching toward them with grim faces.Celeste frowned and immediately stepped forward to question the leader.She soon learned they were from Silver Creek, a village near the border.They had received word in advance that Velda would be brought there today, and they had come to witness the execution with their own eyes.The representative from Silver Creek was a scarred he-
Third Person's POVCeleste raised her hand and pointed toward the temple."Now lift your head and ask the Moon Goddess. Ask the Crown Prince's spirit whether he'd want you to avenge him by destroying his honor."Sybil froze in shock.She stared blankly at Celeste, tears streaming down her face once again.Reluctance weighed heavily on her heart as she said, "So the truth behind his death is going to stay buried forever? He was supposed to become the next Lycan King.""Killing Velda is only the beginning." Thalia looked at Sybil, her tone finally softening a little."The two kingdoms are locked in a political struggle. Right now, there are things we have no choice but to endure. But as long as we still have our fangs and our fighting spirit, the day for revenge will come."For now, we must first stabilize the kingdom. We can't allow the council or the army to descend into chaos. Once the nation is secure, we'll have both the time and the strength to plan our retaliation."Celeste chime
Third Person's POVAccording to the tradition of the two great werewolf tribes, she should have been brought before Lucian's tomb to be executed.As long as she could stall until they set foot on the road back to the capital, she firmly believed she still had a chance to wait for Ulrik to come and save her.But at this moment, she couldn't help but think of another cruel possibility.From the Northern Kingdom all the way to Snowdeer Town, Ulrik hadn't even dispatched a single scout."It was Zander! He was the one who gave the order!"Velda completely panicked, screaming at the top of her lungs, "I was just executing his orders! Go tell Helia to go directly to Zander! I really am just a scapegoat... I was just pushed out by them to take the fall! You've been deceived! I swear! All of you have been completely played by Zander!"Thalia pressed her lips tightly together, a mocking sneer surfacing on her face.She couldn't even be b
Third Person's POVIn this godforsaken, pitch-black place, she never dared to think deeply about whether Ulrik would actually come or not.She could no longer shift; she could only pin all her hopes on Ulrik.Every single day, she brainwashed herself: he would definitely come, he had promised to take her away.This was the only belief keeping her alive in this hell.If it weren't for this crazy hope, her mind would have shattered into madness long ago when those punishments rained down on her.Suddenly, the sound of a heavy, rusted iron door turning echoed through the darkness.Immediately after, a piercing beam of orange light shone into the cramped death cell.Velda's eyes felt a stab of sharp pain from the intense light. Her heart instantly sank. Why would anyone come at this hour?Over the past half month, those guards only came twice a day. What did it mean for them to suddenly show up now?Was Helia finally
Third Person's POV"Yes!" A fierce, ruthless glint surfaced in Eva's eyes."We should have dealt with this scum long ago. Letting her live on the land of Snowdeer Town for even one more day is torture for the soldiers of our border garrison and the ravaged civilians.""Spread the order throughout the entire camp. The execution is tomorrow; any soldier who wants to watch is free to go. This pent-up anger has been trapped in their chests for too long. Only by seeing Velda's blood spill onto the ground with their own eyes will they be able to completely wash away their humiliation."Helia closed her eyes wearily. She paused for a moment before speaking slowly again."Bring Sybil along too. Didn't she say before that she would avenge Lucian even if it cost her her life? Have her stand in the front row and watch with her eyes wide open."Eva took the order in a deep voice: "Yes, ma'am."At this moment, Thalia walked in, gently supporting H
Third Person's POV"That child, Nolan," Adelaide hesitated before speaking, "before today, I never expected him to be so spoiled and arrogant.""Yeah."Lance didn't really want to waste this rare time together on that idiot, but he patiently explained in a low voice, "Camilla values that child more than her own life. She probably feels that Nolan is absolutely the future heir, so she has no motivation to properly discipline his words and actions."Adelaide wasn't a mother yet, so she couldn't temporarily empathize with that blind maternal instinct. She could only analyze it rationally out of habit."But since even you could see it, Lycan Erasmus must be aware of it too, right?""Honestly, I don't think so. Even if he's heard some rumors, he definitely doesn't know much."Lance sneered, "Lycan Erasmus is a cold and diligent ruler. How many times a month does he spend with Nolan? He probably only catches a glimpse of him from afar durin
Adelaide's POVI knew Clarissa, as the former Lycan Luna, wouldn't wait for me to report everything.Since she intended to look out for me, she must have someone monitoring Priscilla's actions. So, she'd surely aware of what happened.Beata and I guzzled honey-orange cold drinks, ignoring Clarissa'
Third Person's POVVelda stood by the bedside, the healing mark on the back of her neck swollen and red. Her mint pheromones were tinged with sour anxiety.She straightened the Bloodmoon medal on her cloak and said, "She kept muttering 'wrong'. No one knows what she's talking about."Sabrina cried
Third Person's POVHe coughed, and the scarf around his neck bounced. Adelaide turned her head, not wanting to look directly at it. The knitting was really bad. The pattern wasn't a bird or a bee—it was all wrinkled."Does he even remember who gave him that scarf?"No way. She had to find a chance
Third Person's POVAt the sound of Adelaide's name, the pheromones of those present suddenly grew chaotic.A mix of mockery, gloom, hostility, and covert delight flickered across their faces.There was Melinda, who had been seething at the insults hurled at Adelaide but had held her tongue out of d







