Chapter 134
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Third Person’s POV
She quickly withdrew her wrist, her silver–blue pupils scanning the gray–temples Omega Susan beside her.
The elder Omega’s wolf was in poor shape, its pheromones were intermittent, so she wouldn’t target it. Instead, she glanced up and ordered a burly wolf–man guard to enter.
Priscilla’s fingers caressed the wolf–head crest ring–a symbol of her status as a royal priestess.
Slapping someone upon meeting was a grave insult.
Priscilla wanted to see how much backbone this she–wolf, abandoned by Ulrik, truly had.
She aimed to intimidate Adelaide into backing down, making it clear this slap was just the beginning.
A bear–like wolf–man guard marched in, frost–wolf totems on his pauldrons still dusted with unmelted
snow.
Upon receiving the order, he growled and swung his massive palm, reeking of sulfur pheromones, toward Adelaide’s face.
Had the slap landed, it could fracture an ordinary she–wolf’s cheekbone.
Yet before his palm even touched her skin, a overwhelming giant wolf aura erupted from Adelaide.
She didn’t lift a finger; her still–healing silver moon sigil on her nape emitted a cold glow.
The guard was thrown back by an invisible force, crashing into an ornate chair and breaking it.
Blood gushed from his throat, staining the moonstone floor a dark red. He nearly fainted from the pain.
Priscilla’s goosebumps stood on end, a chill running through her tailbone.
She watched in shock as Adelaide remained motionless, her skirt not even fluttering. Only the Moon Goddess necklace at her collarbone gleamed faintly.
The wolf guards hurriedly removed the injured guard, but his blood spilled onto Priscilla’s chair. Despite the Omegas vigorously wiping it, a bloody stench lingered.
Priscilla , averse to filth, would never sit there again.
Fortunately, replacement chairs were readily available.
But Adelaide’s display stunned everyone in the hall. Omega Susan, speechless and trembling, supported Priscilla .
As Priscilla sat back down, she felt an overwhelming suffocation from Adelaide’s stunning presence–a feeling she’d once sensed from her son.
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Adelaide exuded the dignity of a wolf general.
Fresh from the battlefield, Priscilla imagined hearing the sounds of combat.
This only fueled her resentment.
Taking a deep breath, Priscilla coldly declared, “You know your place. You’re unworthy of my son. I’ll overlook your insolence today for your Southern Border merits.” She paused, expecting gratitude.
Adelaide raised her head, chin slightly lifted, her expression grave. “Thank you. As for whether I match Alpha Lance, that’s his call.”
Infuriated, Priscilla retorted, “He’s blinded now, but he’ll come to his senses. You’re abandoned goods. Once his infatuation fades, he’ll discard you. You’ll lose everything. I’m warning you for your own good.”
Adelaide clarified, “My mate bond with Ulrik was dissolved, not rejected or broken. I initiated it. If anyone abandoned, it was me leaving him, not the Bloodmoon Pack abandoning me. Still, I appreciate your
concern.”
Priscilla sneered, “No matter who abandoned whom, you’ve had a mate.”
Adelaide countered, “The Moon Goddess allows Second Chances, proving she doesn’t limit each wolf to one mate. Even royal Lycans have multiple lovers.”
“Lycan Erasmus himself said at the victory banquet that all she–wolves should emulate me.”
Priscilla scoffed, “You’re quite the smooth talker. If all she–wolves were like you, the world would be in chaos.”
“You think you’re a role model because of a few military merits?” Priscilla sneered, “What about she–wolves who can’t go to war? Does that mean they can’t live?”
This sounded familiar to Adelaide. She had once asked Velda similarly.
Adelaide calmly shot back, “A role model doesn’t mean every she–wolf must fight. Lycan Erasmus praised my indomitable will, not just my battlefield achievements.”
“Nonsense!” Priscilla slammed the armrest.
“This is Erasmus’s view. If you disagree, take it up with him,” Adelaide said evenly.
Priscilla sneered, “So you’ve charmed Lance with your beauty and wit? Your high–minded words mask a scheming heart. I know your game–you’re from a declining pack, alone, abandoned by the Bloodmoon Pack. You’re angling to attach yourself to royalty, to make those who once mocked you jealous and envious. You want to use your status to get back at them.”
Adelaide smiled faintly, her eyes cold. “You overthink, Priscilla. If I wanted revenge, I wouldn’t need to rely on anyone.”
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