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Lynette didn't move forward right away. Instead, she covered her mouth with her hands as tears quickly blurred her vision, dropping heavily to the ground.
Just as everyone thought she would break down in tears, she quickly wiped them away, cleaning her face thoroughly.
After several attempts, she managed a faint, trembling smile and walked toward her mate.
She sat by the bedside and gazed at Marsh's face.
After days of treatment, most of t
Third Person's POVAs a result, the overwhelmed Princess Helia had absolutely no time to care whether Velda lived or died; she simply ordered her to be kept under strict lock and key.As for Brock Freeman, he had been executed the moment they departed the Northern Kingdom's capital. His corpse was now strung up in the town of Snowdeer for public display.By the time dusk settled in, Adelaide and Anilo had wrapped up their day's work, leaving the Royal Patrol headquarters completely exhausted.The moment she stepped out the front gates, she caught the scent of Lance's unique, steady Alpha pheromones.She looked up and immediately spotted him waiting for her with a warm smile.Lance reached out his hand, a relaxed, easy grin playing on his lips."We're off tomorrow. Why don't we go pick Cedric up, bring him back to the pack, and spend some time together?"His deep, magnetic voice instantly soothed the exhaustion from her long day
Third Person's POVFor Adelaide's sake, he didn't care in the slightest about the kind of backlash or insults he would face within the noble werewolf circles.Anilo from the Royal Patrol couldn't have been more thrilled when he heard the news.He firmly believed that after this purge, the Royal Patrol would emerge as a much more formidable fighting force.However, his joy came a bit too soon.The investigation had barely begun when several officials started protesting, claiming that the Royal Patrol's duties overlapped with those of the Capital Guard. They petitioned Lycan Erasmus to disband the unit altogether.Adelaide had long anticipated this day would come. Taking the initiative, she formally requested the King's permission to map out and distinctly divide the responsibilities of both forces.Lycan Erasmus didn't approve the request immediately. Instead, he brought up a completely unrelated matter."Luna Clarissa asked abo
Third Person's POVWanda gave a faint, breezy laugh."So what? My reputation is ten times worse than yours, and they still took me in, didn't they? Every she-wolf is blessed by the Moon Goddess; there's absolutely no need to give a damn about street gossip."Sandra stepped up from the side, offering a gentle explanation."This is Wanda. After the Glenveils investigated and cleared the truth, they officially welcomed her back."Sheila was taken aback. If she had already returned to her pack, why was she still showing up at the Independent Center?She looked at Wanda in confusion.Melinda stepped forward warmly, pulling Sheila into a comforting hug. "I'm Melinda. Welcome. This place is a home for all she-wolves who have suffered."Not knowing Melinda's noble background, Sheila asked hesitantly, "Do you live here too?""I do," Melinda said, squeezing Sheila's icy hands. "From now on, we can keep each other company."
Third Person's POV"Yes, ma'am! Let me help you pack your bags so you can hurry back." Sandra turned and stepped forward to help."Stay right there!" Wanda jumped up abruptly, her entire aura shifting. Her eyes turned sharp, radiating a heavy, oppressive presence."Don't touch my things! I'll pack them myself!" With that, she stomped quickly back to her room.Melinda tilted her head, exchanging a glance with Paisley, who signaled with her eyes for Melinda to follow her.Paisley possessed intuition far beyond that of a normal she-wolf; she immediately sensed that something was off with Wanda.Melinda stood up and followed Wanda's scent trail down the hall.The room wasn't large. A few muddy footprints remained on the floor, and two pairs of shoes were carelessly tossed about, one here and one there, as if kicked off the moment she walked in.Wanda was clutching a set of plain, simple clothes tightly against her chest. The way she cherished the fabric was a stark contrast to her usual a
Third Person's POVAfter dropping that freezing directive, Winslow turned on his heel and walked out, harshly snapping at the servants outside to get in there and clean up the broken porcelain.Rowena leaned weakly against the headboard, slowly closing her eyes.Two trails of cold tears slid silently down her wrinkled cheeks.Useless. Her son was completely and hopelessly useless.The next morning, Rowena summoned reporters from all the major press outlets in the capital and laid out the entire conspiracy for them to see.The ugly truth behind the whole mess was exposed without a single detail held back.Unsurprisingly, even these seasoned reporters, who were used to insane internal pack drama, looked completely shell-shocked.Rowena quietly watched the expressions on their faces—the skepticism, the political calculation, the cold indifference.Taking a deep breath, she continued, "I am overwhelmingly ashamed of my
Third Person's POVSabrina was nearly out of her mind with rage, her wolf teetering on the edge of a total meltdown. She let out a piercing scream."Adelaide! I will curse your name to the Moon Goddess every single night!"Adelaide and Paisley completely ignored her screaming, striding straight out without looking back.The Glenveil Pack's intel network was terrifyingly efficient. It only took one night for the entire truth to be compiled into a top-secret report sitting right on the desk.Rowena stayed up reading through the entire investigation and immediately summoned Alpha Winslow to her private sitting room.Even though her aura had thinned out with age, it still carried a heavy, intimidating weight."Tomorrow, you will kick Sabrina out of this pack and bring Wanda back. At the same time, dispatch our people to every crowded district in the capital to spread the truth and flip the public narrative protecting the Independent Cente
Third Person's POVThe platform had no railings. If someone swung too far out on the swing and lost their grip, they could easily fall.Paisley invited Poly to sit on the swing and gently pushed toward the riverside view.Poly was frightened. Her wolf abilities weren't strong
Third Person's POVAlger and Zelda held their hands naturally.Their grip was lively and affectionate.Adelaide noticed her own handholding with Lance—a stark contrast.Their hands hung straight down, motionless, like two pieces of wood glued together.She
Third Person's POVRosa sighed softly as he glanced back worriedly before leaving.Perhaps age had mellowed her once-fierce heart.Ordering the massacre of an entire family was sheer horror. Princess Madison shouldn't dwell on the past and stir up trouble.If she sought revenge, she should either j
Third Person's POVToday, with several visitors, Melinda quickly changed and went out to meet them.Seeing her ruddy complexion, Priscilla immediately felt reassured. Melinda's cheeks were even rosier than her own.After exchanging greetings and sitting down, Priscilla learne







