Chapter 157
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Third Person’s POV
Velda 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 and said, “Why else? It’s because of Adelaide! She went to Madison’s birthday party too. She cursed at Madison and her mom, calling them ‘glands maggots“!”
On hearing this, both Ulrik and Velda were shocked and turned to Sabrina.
Unconsciously, Ulrik’s wolf claws scratched the door frame, making a harsh noise.
He whispered in disbelief, “What did you say? She’s going to form a mate bond with Alpha Lance?”
Tamara quickly interrupted, “Stop talking nonsense! Madison was the one who used Rosemary to make rude remarks about Adelaide to cover up her own scandals. That’s what made Rosemary ill.”
Ulrik was overwhelmed with bitterness, sorrow, and endless regret.
He forced a bitter smile, wanting to speak but feeling something choking his throat, leaving him speechless.
His gaze fell on the faint moon–mark on his mother’s neck, a mark left by his father in his youth, now faded to a pale trace.
He suddenly remembered how Adelaide had spent the whole night by his mother’s bedside, using silvermoon herb juice to wipe his mother’s glands.
“Ulrik, wrong, wrong…” Rosemary muttered on the bed, her nails piercing his skin, “Wrong, it’s really wrong…”
Velda said coldly, “What’s wrong? Regret choosing me and abandoning Adelaide?”
Sabrina sat by the bed, wiping her tears and said indignantly, “Who is Adelaide? A she–wolf who’s already formed a bond, and yet she’s going to be the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack! And Alpha Lance, of all she- wolves, why does he have to choose someone rejected by our Bloodmoon Pack? How could Mother not be angry?”
Tamara, annoyed by her constant nonsenses, suddenly lost her temper,“Shut up! Her illness has nothing to do with this. Stop your baseless talk and disrupting the peace!”
Sabrina, reprimanded sharply by Tamara, wanted to retort but was intimidated by Tamara’s unusually cold stare and swallowed her words, instead crying pitiably.
Tamara had had enough.
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Now that the Bloodmoon Pack was temporarily under her management, Simon was useless. It was all thanks to Alpha Ulrik’s achievements and the one million bonus he brought in that the pack could function. They still relied on him.
After being absent–minded for several days, Ulrik finally returned, only to bring up Adelaide again.
Adelaide owed the Bloodmoon Pack nothing and didn’t deserve the constant curse.
More importantly, mentioning Adelaide would only create a rift between Ulrik and Velda, his mate.
Though Velda lacked management skills, her destructive potential was alarming.
The royal family hadn’t assigned any position to Ulrik yet. If their discord became public, it would be disastrous.
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Rosemary’s delirium was bad enough, but Sabrina’s meddling was intolerable.
As expected, Velda was provoked by Sabrina’s words.
The mint in Velda’s pheromones sharpened to icy mint, and the wolf hair on the back of her neck bristled with anger.
She sneered at Ulrik, her face contorted, “Your ex’s found her Second Chance, and you regret it, don’t you? You were wrong! You shouldn’t have formed a bond with me. I shouldn’t have joined the Bloodmoon Pack and endured the Tenar family’s disdain!”
Ulrik remained silent.
Suddenly, Velda smashed the bedside table with her wolf claws. As wood splintered, she noticed a flicker of doubt in Ulrik’s eyes.
That doubt was like a knife, stabbing her glands, “So you do regret it! You regret abandoning that she–wolf who could connect you to royal resources for me!”
Bitterness filled Ulrik. He snapped, “What are you saying? Who said that?”
His voice trembled like a wolf’s howl, “You know it’s not like that…”
Velda hadn’t seen him for days. As soon as he returned, his impatient tone ignited her suppressed grievances. “You don’t disdain me? Admit it! You think I’m tainted by those Western Tribe wolves‘ marks, don’t you?”
Late at night, family conflicts erupted,
Tamara, exhausted, turned and left the room.
She heard the clash of Velda’s mint and Ulrik’s cedar pheromones, like battle wolves‘ growls, mixed with Sabrina’s screams.
Rosemary’s weakening wolf spirit made the moonstone chandeliers in the hallway flicker.
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Tamara slowly walked to the Packhouse conference room, her wolf ears instinctively avoiding the screaming behind her.
In the past, Adelaide would apply laurel calming agents on the pillars. Now, only the wolf head totem paint remained.
She sat on the oak chair carved with the Bloodmoon Pack emblem. Her fingers touched the residual silver- blue blood beads in the chair’s seams.
They were from a dispute Adelaide had mediated. An Alpha’s blood left a permanent mark on wood.
Despite the complicated pack affairs, Adelaide was always patient and kind to everyone , as if she never tired..
But no one could truly avoid exhaustion..
She was just enduring it.
Tamara used to not understand, but now she comprehended everything.
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