Chapter 214
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Third Person’s POV
Adelaide ignored her and continued, “Second, I clearly remember your arrogant words that day. You demeaned women to worthlessness. I don’t envy you. I only look down on you. As a woman, you show no compassion for other women. Your character is truly worrying.”
Velda snorted coldly, “Is that so? With your superior combat skills back then, if you took offense at me, why not challenge me physically?”
“Because you meant nothing to me.”
Adelaide’s gaze was as deep as ink. “In my eyes back then, you were a clown. I disdained physical confrontation. You only offended me verbally, and I responded in kind. Ulrik was the one who kept breaking promises. He was my sole target.”
“Humph, you keep saying you disdained it. I don’t believe you didn’t think of killing me back then,” Velda continued to sneer.
“I know your powerful wolf packs‘ nobility–hypocritical and pseudo–noble, yet small–minded. You didn’t cause me trouble just to maintain your fake virtuous image, thinking the Bloodmoon Pack’s family would support you. But they plotted to drive you out instead.”
She raised her head, the black veil on her face swaying. “At that moment, you must have felt desperate, right? Humiliated and enraged?”
Adelaide actually laughed. “What’s desperate about that place? Being trapped there is the real desperation.”
“You’re still pretending. You’re a master of disguise,” Velda, in a fit of anger, swept a vase off the nearby table to the floor and roared, “Ask yourself, have you never hated me?”
The vase crashed with a “clang,” shattering into countless pieces.
The flowers in the vase also fell, some petals soaked in water, turning pale.
Adelaide glanced at the vase and said indifferently, “Beata, ask Valentin how much this vase cost. Have Velda compensate for it later.”
Beata replied loudly, “I know about the price. The vase isn’t expensive, costing about fifty thousand dollars, It’s a new model this year, with only a dozen in the city.”
“Do you dare to make me pay?”
Velda’s voice instantly rose several decibels as she angrily shouted, “Adelaide, letting you take all the Frostfang Pack’s assets was already exceptional generosity. Since you and Ulrik rejected each other, the assets naturally belong to the Bloodmoon Pack. What qualifies you to take them all? ”
Adelaide sneered, “Ignorant of the law–no wonder you were dismissed. I left via mate–bond dissolution, so I have the right to take all the Frostfang assets . I could even demand the Bloodmoon Pack refund what they’ve spent, but I didn’t pursue it.”
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“Oh So you want me to recover that money today? I can grant your wish. But I heard the Bloodmoon Pack is fundraising for a mating ceremony again. Just like when they borrowed money for your ceremony, they also asked me . Since you took so much back then, shouldn’t you now contribute to upholding your virtuous reputation and help Ulrik have a proper ceremony?”
Dismissal, loss of military status, and Ulrik seeking a new mate–these were all Velda’s sore spots.
Adelaide’s words twisted the knife in her heart.
The wolfsbane scar on Velda’s wrist suddenly emitted a blue glow–the Solanke brand was resonating.
The unhealed temporary mark on her neck seeped pine–needle pheromones. Enraged, her wolf–like nails tore the satin. “What’s there to be proud of as a dissolved she–wolf?”
Adelaide’s cedar pheromones froze into ice spikes, her Moon Goddess necklace burning against her collarbone.
Yet she spoke calmly, “And you, a breeder, what’s there to be arrogant about?”
Velda roared, “I’m Ulrik’s mate. He mated with me in Luna’s ceremony.”
Her pheromones surged as she tore open her clothes, revealing the faint cedar mark on her neck, “He marked me with the wolf bone knife from the Moon Goddess altar. I’d die before giving up this Luna position!”
Adelaide’s wolf growled deeply in her mind, her tailbone nearly piercing through her skin.
“Then go to the Ironclaw Pack to plead your case. Why come to me? Are you trying to salvage your pride from me? Velda, you say I hate you. Yes, I do–down to the bone.”
Adelaide lifted her head, her eyes piercing with coldness, her voice drifting coldly into Velda’s ears, “I know exactly what you did at the Bloodscar Border. The massacre of my Davidson family is directly linked to your actions there.”
Her pheromones suddenly wrapped around an Alpha’s authority, shaking the wolf–shaped windowpanes in the side hall and sending snow cascading down.
Velda’s pupils shrank to bloodlines, her pine–needle pheromones exploding with sulfur–a sign of disrupted pheromones.
She froze, clearly shocked that Adelaide had uncovered the truth.