Chapter 133
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Adelaide appreciated Clarissa’s kindness but shook her head. “If I rely on your favor to defy Priscilla, she’ll only resent me more once Lance and I are truly mated. And while you can protect me today, you can’t shield me in the Blackthorn Pack tomorrow.”
Clarissa looked at her and said, “You’re always so sensible. It breaks my heart.”
Clarissa’s white musk pheromones suddenly formed a laurel branch shape, gently wrapping around her
wrist.
“It’s just Priscilla–spoiled by my family and me, with a willful personality. When she moves to the Blackthorn Pack to live with you, you might have to endure some sufferings,” Clarissa said.
“Today, let’s see what she says. If she’s too outrageous, I’ll reprimand her,” Clarissa added.
Adelaide smiled and said, “Thank you for your concern, Lycan Clarissa. With you watching over me, I won’t be wronged.”
Clarissa smiled gently. “Go on, I’ll send someone to check in later.”
Adelaide nodded and took her leave.
At noon, the sun was scorching as Adelaide and Beata followed a royal guard through the palace gardens.
The guard, under Priscilla’s management, had been waiting outside.
Though there were shaded walkways available, he deliberately led them through the strongest sunlight, even looping around in some areas for a long time, to the point of retracing their steps twice.
Adelaide, as a powerful Alpha, was unaffected, but Beata was struggling–sweating, dizzy, headache- ridden, and on the verge of nausea, showing signs of heatstroke.
Adelaide had anticipated the visit wouldn’t be simple and had brought medicine from Shaman Digby.
Seeing Beata’s discomfort, she administered the potion and fanned her to cool down.
Noticing the guard also seemed faint, Adelaide offered, “Would you like a pill too?”
The guard, indeed following Priscilla’s orders to make things difficult, had been wilting under the sun for half an hour, his lips turning white.
Grateful for Adelaide’s offer and seeing no one around, he whispered, “Thank you, Alpha Adelaide.”
As a low–ranking guard in Priscilla’s night patrol, he was used to being overlooked.
But Adelaide’s compassion moved him.
Swallowing the bitter–tasting yet cooling medicine, he felt a rare warmth.
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The lower–ranking wolf guards and omegas in the palace were the most looked–down–upon and insignificant beings. No one respected them, and no one cared about them.
But now, feeling someone’s concern for once, a flicker of warmth stirred in his heart. He glanced swiftly at Adelaide and said, “Follow me, Alpha Adelaide.”
This time, he guided them to a shaded colonnade, bypassing the sun’s glare, and headed for Priscilla’s palace.
Upon arrival, the guard announced their presence.
Soon, an older Omega emerged, glanced at Adelaide, and asked, “Miss Davidson?”
Adelaide affirmed.
The omega’s gray ear–tip fur trembled in the silver grass incense. Her knobby hand brushed the wolf–head copper badge at her waist.
“Follow me, Priscilla awaits.”
Her pine pheromones, mixed with the musty smell of old parchment, curled into a ball under Adelaide’s cedarwood pressure.
She left Beata outside and entered. The hall’s white jade bricks gleamed, and luxury surrounded her.
At the hall’s center sat a lady in purple, resembling Lance in features.
She knew that this was Priscilla.
Adelaide knelt gracefully, her posture impeccable, a testament to her year of etiquette training post- Shadow Peaks. “Adelaide greets Priscilla,” she said, her voice steady.
Priscilla’s cold voice commanded, “Raise your head.”
Adelaide slowly lifted her head as instructed and faced Priscilla, though she avoided eye contact. Yet, she could still sense the coldness in Priscilla’s gaze.
“Humph, so you do have a captivating face. No wonder my son’s smitten,” Priscilla sneered, her nails digging into the armrest.
A high–ranking omega assisted her as she approached Adelaide, hand raised to strike.
“How dare you seduce my son, you tramp?”
Before the slap landed, Adelaide grasped Priscilla’s wrist.
Priscilla, a mix of shock and fury, was preempted by Adelaide’s warning, “A priestess should beware retaliation. Should you harm me, my wolf will shift and retaliate. You’ll be clawed.”
“If you insist on striking me yourself, then I must warn you again,” Adelaide added.
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Whether true or not , she couldn’t risk injury.
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