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“Refusing to accept failure, blaming others, thinking luck’s always bad, feeling unbalanced and resentful. Wanting to outdo someone, scheming to regain an upper hand and win others‘ respect, Penelope said, shaking her head slowly.
Her voice was calm, like a gentle breeze. “But why obsess over this? Even if you surpass that person, will they suddenly become miserable? Will your victory bring you joy? No. Their happiness doesn’t concern you, and yours isn’t their business. You’re not even a blip on their radar, yet they haunt your thoughts daily. Isn’t that contradictory?”
Velda’s face turned ugly.
Penelope’s words hit home.
They were staggeringly accurate- she had been seeking every chance to outdo Adelaide, to prove her superiority.
This obsession tormented her, kept her sleepless and irritable, her heart a furnace of rage .
But could the person she hated so much truly not care a bit about her? She refused to believe it!
Clenching her fists, she said, “Have you met someone extremely hypocritical? Someone who climbed the ranks on others‘ military merits? Or someone who exploited their father’s and brother’s merits for gain , never satisfied? Or someone who abandoned comrades to capture and torture, yet became a royal member? Does that seem fair to you?”
Penelope smiled, wrinkles crinkling at the corners of her eyes, looking benevolent.
“Such people exist only in your imagination. How could I have met them?”
Velda’s face twisted in fury, even behind her light veil. “You don’t even believe me.”
“Whether I believe you is irrelevant. What matters is that you do, and it’s eating you alive. You’re unhappy, brimming with anger, and every thought is for others, not yourself. All you nurture is resentment and rage, which will only backfire on you.”
Penelope waved her hand. “I’m tired. What you said the other day, I’ve forgotten. So have the Stormridge Pack folks. Today, as you leave here, everyone’s watching. They’ll believe trouble from civilians will cease . ”
Ulrik’s tense nerves finally eased.
He feared Velda’s insolence would anger Penelope, but she rose above it.
Yet Velda wouldn’t listen to Penelope’s kind words.
Her heart was brimming with resentment and hatred, leaving no room for advice.
Returning to the Bloodmoon/Pack, Velda silently entered the car. Her aura was like a biting north wind, cold and distant.
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“Refusing to accept failure, blaming others, thinking luck’s always bad, feeling unbalanced and resentful . Wanting to outdo someone, scheming to regain an upper hand and win others‘ respect,” Penelope said, shaking her head slowly.
Her voice was calm, like a gentle breeze. “But why obsess over this? Even if you surpass that person, will they suddenly become miserable? Will your victory bring you joy? No. Their happiness doesn’t concem you, and yours isn’t their business. You’re not even a blip on their radar, yet they haunt your thoughts daily. Isn’t that contradictory?”
Velda’s face turned ugly.
Penelope’s words hit home.
They were staggeringly accurate- she had been seeking every chance to outdo Adelaide, to prove her superiority.
This obsession tormented her, kept her sleepless and irritable, her heart a furnace of rage.
But could the person she hated so much truly not care a bit about her? She refused to believe it!
Clenching her fists, she said, “Have you met someone extremely hypocritical? Someone who climbed the ranks on others‘ military merits? Or someone who exploited their father’s and brother’s merits for gain, never satisfied? Or someone who abandoned comrades to capture and torture, yet became a royal member? Does that seem fair to you?”
Penelope smiled, wrinkles crinkling at the corners of her eyes, looking benevolent.
“Such people exist only in your imagination. How could I have met them?”
Velda’s face twisted in fury, even behind her light veil. “You don’t even believe me.”
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“Whether I believe you is irrelevant. What matters is that you do, and it’s eating you alive. You’re unhappy, brimming with anger, and every thought is for others, not yourself. All you nurture is resentment and rage, which will only backfire on you.”
Penelope waved her hand. “I’m tired. What you said the other day, I’ve forgotten. So have the Stormridge Pack folks. Today, as you leave here, everyone’s watching. They’ll believe trouble from civilians will cease . ”
Ulrik’s tense nerves
lly eased.
He feared Velda’s insolence would anger Penelope, but she rose above it.
Yet Velda wouldn’t listen to Penelope’s kind words.
Her heart was brimming with resentment and hatred, leaving no room for advice.
Returning to the Bloodmoon/Pack, Velda silently entered the car. Her aura was like a biting north wind , cold and distant.
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Ulrik stared at the vehicle for a long while before getting in.
As the car started, the sound crushed his last hope.
His pheromones mixed cedar and scorched sulfur–guilt and pain intertwined.
The suffocating silence in the cabin reigned. They sat close yet worlds apart.
Once eternal mates, now consumed by mutual loathing.
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Meanwhile, Penelope sat in the living room, cradling a steaming coffee cup, a drink she’d loved since youth, now richer with time’s flavor.
She sipped it, the bitterness spreading on her tongue, mirroring her current mood.
Her grandson’s mate stood by, her pheromones laced with worry. “Grandmother, why bother with reason? She didn’t listen.”
Penelope set down her cup, its bronze surface gleaming in the fireplace’s glow.
Softly, she said, “She once held high status. Clarissa praised her personally. She earned top merits and Lycan Erasmus approved her mating with Ulrik. Back then, she saw Adelaide as a worm beneath her heel, thinking a crumb of kindness would make Adelaide grateful.”
Her voice deepened.
Pausing, she continued, “But she didn’t realize Adelaide’s submission wasn’t defeat. When Adelaide stood tall, she towered over many, including her.”
Penelope’s pupils shrank, her pheromones warm yet fleeting.
“While she fell from grace into the mire, her heart grew unbalanced, brimming with resentment.”
Penelope’s voice tinged with regret, warmth in her pheromones turning cold.
“She thinks every she–wolf is better than her, except Adelaide. That’s her mindset now.”
Penelope shook her head, the fire’s glow dancing in her eyes, her pheromonès gradually calming.
In the council hall, realization dawned on everyone.
Penelope’s insight was a key unlocking their confusion over Velda’s actions.
“What a madwoman. Greed, hatred, obsession, desire–these emotions are the most tormenting,” a she- wolf suddenly said.
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