บททั้งหมดของ WICKED PROVIDENCE: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 144

Madison Clarke—Grant Lawson’s intended mate—snarled with a misplaced confidence. "The scent doesn't lie, Charlotte. I came here to drag this stray out by her throat. She thinks she can bewitch my Alpha and claim my throne? I’ll strip her of her dignity before the whole territory. We’ve hunted together before; trust my instincts. Whether you join the cull or watch from the sidelines is your choice."Invigorated by her own malice, Madison activated her scrying-orb to begin a live-stream. She had recently carved out a reputation as a "Lunar Influencer" among the lesser packs, and within sixty seconds, tens of thousands of wolves tuned in. The header of her stream was bloodthirsty: “Exposing the Omega harlot trying to steal the Lawson bloodline. Watch her crumble!”Even those outside the Silver Ridge Territory flooded the channel, hungry for the drama of a high-ranking mate-feud.Once the viewership peaked, Madison began to squeeze out performative tears. In the brutal hierarchy of the pa

Exhausted, Avery Monroe collapsed onto the heavy furs of the sofa.Miranda Shaw, having completed the patrol of the silver-lined perimeter, returned to the sanctum. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Avery’s ragged scent. “Avery, I know the Alpha-strain is heavy, but if you let your spirit break, Madison will catch the scent of your fear,” Miranda remarked, referring to Avery’s young pup.Avery inhaled deeply, the smell of pine and old parchment filling her lungs. “You’re right. But how can I possibly maintain my dominance with Tyrone missing and the trackers finding nothing but cold stone?”Miranda placed a thick, wax-sealed envelope on the low table. “A messenger brought this. Please, look at it, then surrender to the sleep of the moon.”With a slight frown, Avery broke the seal. Inside was a heavy card embossed with the crest of the Martel Pack. They were requesting the "High Sovereign of the Trade-Halls" to attend their Great Lunar Banquet.This left Avery feeling p