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Third Person’s POV
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Rosemary gazed at the splendidly dressed guests and reminisced about the Bloodmoon Pack’s former glory.
Back when she’d bonded with Alpha Isaiah, their splendor had been as fleeting as fireworks.
Yet that lost grandeur was etched deeply in her heart. She yearned to restore the Bloodmoon Pack to its peak.
Alas, her mate lacked the ability, and Simon was mediocre at best.
Only Ulrik rose to become the pack’s Alpha and bonded with the Frostfang Alpha’s daughter.
But fate dealt a cruel blow when Adelaide became the Frostfang Pack’s Luna and the pack suffered a
massacre .
The Frostfang Pack had never had a male Alpha to rely on, and now Airelle was gone too.
All Adelaide could offer the Bloodmoon Pack was wealth.
So when Ulrik returned with honors and proposed bonding with Velda, Rosemary and her family saw a path to restoration. They believed Adelaide was expendable.
But things never went as planned.
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Alpha Bentley was posthumously honored as a Royal Council Elder, and Adelaide, as the Frostfang Alpha, gained acclaim for her battlefield achievements.
Meanwhile, Velda, Rosemary’s favored, not only failed to earn merits but was punished, dragging Ulrik down with her.
Rosemary’s pain and grievances could fill a river.
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At the banquet, Rosemary, with Tamara and her children, greeted Madison.
She’d assumed Madison invited them out of respect for Ulrik.
She planned to present a gift, extend her congratulations, and mingle in the garden with various Lunas.
But the cold stares from the Lunas made her feel despised.
As she awkwardly prepared to leave, Madison spoke up in a gentle tone, “Rosemary, I heard you’ve been unwell. Are you feeling better?”
Rosemary was surprised yet delighted that Madison knew of her condition.
But come to think of it, it was not so strange. Tamara once pleaded outside Shaman Digby’s hospital gates,
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and that was likely become public knowledge.
She replied, “Thank you for your concern. I’m much improved.”
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Madison, lounging in her seat, smiled warmly. “You’re about my age, yet your health is so poor. I heard Adelaide stayed by your side day and night. That’s quite devoted.”
At the mention of Adelaide, Rosemary’s heart raced.
She knew little of Madison and Airella’s history.
She thought Adelaide’s recent merits and royal favor might prompt Madison to champion her.
But Madison’s soft gaze seemed to suggest otherwise.
Before Rosemary could settle, Mrs. Ryann of the Scourge Pack interjected, “Madison, this ‘devotion‘ is but a show. Since Adelaide dissolved her bond with Ulrik, she’s ignored you completely. Where’s the devotion there? Everyone can put on a front.”
Mrs. Ryann’s mate, Stanley Ryann, held significant influence in the royal court as a senior official.
Others quickly echoed her sentiments, “She’s grown arrogant with her minor military merits. Such ingratitude deserves public condemnation.”
“Rosemary, I heard during the Frostfang Massacre, you cared for her day and night, even keeping vigil by her bedside. Your kindness was unmatched, yet she repays you with disdain.”
Rosemary initially froze but soon grasped the situation.
These remarks, though disguised as objections to Madison’s kind words, aligned perfectly with Madison’s unspoken thoughts.
It was clear they were voicing what Madison felt but couldn’t utter.
She finally realized that Adelaide would definitely attend the banquet tonight, and there were personal grudges between Madison and Adelaide.
Madison didn’t invite her for Ulrik’s battle merits but to embarrass Adelaide through her.
When she found out that Madison, like her, detested Adelaide, Rosemary became as excited as a shark smelling blood.
A master of pretense , she swiftly played her part.
With a sigh, her eyes welled with tears, “Forgive my lapse, but sometimes even the purest intentions go unrewarded. I’ve done my best, and that’s all that matters.”
Madison sighed in tandem, feigning sympathy as she dabbed at her eyes, “You’ve suffered enough. She was born into privilege–none here can compare. Your mates have breeders, and while you may feel wronged, you’d never escalate things to the Royal Council, demanding Erasmus annul the bond. In the end, she’s just a haughty aristocrat who scorns everyone here and the Bloodmoon Pack.” 2
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