Chapter 160
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Third Person’s POV
Priscilla frowned, not grasping the implications, but instinctively sensing this might involve power struggles–a realm not her specialty.
She recalled rumors she’d heard: Lycan Luna had supposedly invited Adelaide to discuss making her the New Moon Priestess , a role desired by Lycan Erasmus.
The idea seemed absurd. Adelaide had a decent family background and striking looks, but she’d already had a partner.
Yet if the rumors held truth and Lycan Erasmus favored Adelaide, Lance’s plan to mate with her would be akin to openly challenging Lycan Erasmus–a move fraught with danger, not safety.
Priscilla studied Adelaide, entertaining the first possibility.
She remembered advising Lance to find a mate. He’d mentioned a beloved, promising to propose upon his return.
Later, when Priscilla inquired, Lance claimed his beloved had bonded with someone else.
But no- if his beloved were Adelaide, he’d have confessed before leaving, and Airella would have known.
And Airella would never have allowed Adelaide to become Ulrik’s mate.
This was puzzling.
Admiring Adelaide’s exquisite features and graceful figure, Priscilla struggled to reconcile them with Lance’s description of a she–wolf who’d savagely split someone in two.
Adelaide’s pheromones, carrying the pure Alpha blood of the Frostfang Pack, seemed more potent than even royal pheromones.
Priscilla’s own neck mark grew warm with unease.
Recalling Adelaide’s conduct at Madison’s party, Priscilla asked, “After the way you insulted Madison, aren’t you afraid of her retaliation?”
Adelaide remained composed. “Why fear someone who’s no longer a threat?”
Priscilla snorted. “You’re too young to know her schemes. She wields unseen influence, manipulating from the shadows. You’ll regret crossing her.”
“If she plots in secret, we’ll confront her openly. Our actions are just. Whether she attacks openly or covertly, we have nothing to fear. It’s she who’s vulnerable–once we uncover her secrets and weaknesses, she’ll be the one to fall.”
As she spoke, Adelaide crushed a glass in her hand, scattering shards onto the coffee table with a nonchalant flick of her wrist.
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Priscilla started, her wolf ears flattening instinctively, her body leaning forward in a subconscious show of submission.
Catching herself, she straightened and released a wave of strong musk.
“Don’t display battle–wolf aura here. This is the palace.”
Adelaide acknowledged this with a glance, brushing a shard from her pleated skirt. “At the Warscar Training Camp, we have a rule–we don’t attack unless attacked. But if provoked, we retaliate fully . ”
Priscilla stiffened, but Adelaide’s tone softened as she continued, “Of course, in the capital, we value reason over force. Just as you invited me here to reason, not to punish–like making me stand in the sun or slap me. I might tolerate it once, but never twice.”
A cold glint entered Adelaide’s wolf eyes, her claws leaving faint marks on the armrest.
Priscilla felt a vague unease, yet was speechless.
Every word hinted at the last summons–the subtle threats beneath Adelaide’s calm demeanor.
Priscilla’s claws bit into her palms.
How dare she? The urge to strike her, pull her hair, and stomp on her fingers was overwhelming.
A low growl escaped her throat, her neck mark burning with fury.
Adelaide, observing Priscilla’s flickering emotions, turned to the window, a smile playing on her lips.
She needed to intimidated this woman, to prevent any tricks.
“By the way, you had me summoned. What for?” she asked, turning back after a moment.
Priscilla rolled her eyes internally. What a pretender–of course it was to change her mate.
But with the conversation derailed, she simply said, “I was bored and thought you could keep me company.”
Adelaide smiled. “I’m happy to. Are you still bored? If not, join me at Madison’s?”
Priscilla’s face fell. “Why on earth would I go there?”
“To visit her. Since I’ll be calling her aunt soon.”
Priscilla looked at her as if she were mad. “You’d dare? There are no guests today to witnesses.”
Adelaide sat straight, her voice gentle. “That’s why today’s perfect. Too many people last time–no chance for a real talk. Today, just the two of us. We’ll clear the air, stop her from harassing me later. I hate trouble.”
Priscilla felt the words directed at her, yet Adelaide’s earnestness made her doubt it.
Once Adelaide left the palace, Priscilla immediately sent someone to tail her–to confirm whether she’d
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truly head to Madison’s.