Chapter 393

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Dwight was well aware that even if he couldn’t enter politics, he’d still inherit the Alpha’s position in the pack. His life would remain one of wealth and nobility.
The incident on Begonia Street was relayed to Paisley by Wendy, who then informed Adelaide.
Georgina had also visited two days prior, recounting the quarrel between Melinda and Dwight.
Adelaide advised Georgina to gradually guide Melinda, noting that with her status, once she grew stronger. the entire Soulrend Pack would have to respect her. Dwight would be no exception.
If affection between mates faded, then strength would prevail.
Moreover, the Silverlight Pack wouldn’t approve, so Melinda wouldn’t consider dissolving her mating
contract.
In the morning, managers from the manor and shops lined up to report to Luna Adelaide.
After questioning them one by one, Adelaide had lunch with them before dismissing them.
Since taking charge of the
dck’s management, her responsibilities had multiplied.
Fortunately, the Blackthorn Pack had been well–managed under Caldwell and Ralph, requiring no major changes.
The next day marked the Wall family’s formal engagement. Alger came with his mother and elders.-
Alger’s mother was of humble origin but had a kind nature.
As for Alger’s father, a childhood injury had left him with the intellect of a seven–or eight–year–old, so he didn’t accompany them today.
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Priscilla had initially hoped her daughter would marry someone else from the Wall family and was less than thrilled with Alger.
But upon seeing his handsome appearance, proper manners, and articulate speech–contrary to rumors of him being merely playful–she began to see him in a new light.
Moreover, Adelaide had earlier told her that since Zelda’s mate wouldn’t enter the government’s upper echelons, there was no need for him to strive in politics. What mattered was that he was morally upright, caring, and good to the princess.
Given their mutual affection, their future together seemed promising.
Priscilla observed Alger closely today and grew more impressed.
As for Alger’s mother, she was easy–going, spoke gently, and had no sharpness in her eyes.
Recalling how she didn’t disdain her husband’s condition and the couple’s loving relationship, Priscilla felt that a happy family upbringing would positively influence their child.
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After the formal engagement, Priscilla felt reassured this seemed a good match
Whether others were easy to get along with mattered little, as Zelda and Alger would live in Zeke’s manor
Paisley, following Prunella’s instructions, had established a base in the capital.
Prunella assigned Wendy and others to her. These individuals were agile scouts under Prunella, skilled in disguise.
In addition to them, there were a few others unknown even to Paisley.
They followed Wendy’s lead, sometimes posing as passers–by, sometimes infiltrating noble households as maids, and sometimes working around the capital on standby.
Today, Wendy reported in a steady and keen tone, “Several suspicious werewolves have entered the capital and checked into the Westin Hotel.”
They were deemed suspicious due to the heavy aura of killing that clung to them .
This aura was like coagulated scabs of blood, carrying a frost–earth stench.
It was fundamentally different from the gunpowder scent typical of most werewolves–a cold, bloodthirsty stench steeped in countless lives.
The scouts were highly attuned to this scent.
Thus, after their entry into the capital, the intelligence team took turns tailing them, observing them check into the Westin Hotel and not emerge since. Only then did they return to report.
After hearing the report, Paisley went to see Adelaide. Her flamewillow pheromones carried a hint of urgency, like embers about to ignite.
Adelaide frowned upon hearing this. Her cedar–scented presence grew grave, her pupils narrowing vertically in thought.
The capital, the most prosperous and bustling place in the federation, saw numerous merchants and battle–hardened werewolves coming and going.
“Werewolves with heavy killing auras often carry a distinct scent, as Wendy mentioned,” Paisley said, her wolf ears twitching alertly.
“She thinks these individuals are highly suspicious. Could they be planning to assassinate Lycan Erasmus?”
Adelaide pondered for a moment, then shook her head. Her voice, now calm as still water, explained, “Assassinating Lycan Erasmus would ideally happen when he leaves the palace. An attempt inside the palace would be foolish. Moreover, with only a few of them, infiltrating the palace for such a strike is impossible unless there’s an inside accomplice within the palace walls.”
Her aura of authority spread subtly yet irresistibly.
“Should we have Ellen investigate the palace guard?” Paisley pressed, her fingers tingling with the faint outline of wolf claws.
“No need,” Adelaide said, raising a hand to pause her. Her gaze drifted to the overcast sky outside.
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Summer brought frequent rain to the capital.
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Recalling the new Lycan King of the Western Tribe, she inquired, her voice tinged with a trace of icy detachment, “Did Wendy mention that these individuals don’t seem like our kingdom’s werewolves? Or that they resemble those from the Western Tribe?”
“To enter the capital smoothly, they must be our kingdom’s werewolves,” Paisley replied, her wolf ears pricking up with heightened alertness, her sulfuric pheromones intensifying.
“Not necessarily,” Adelaide countered, her pupils glinting with probing sharpness. “If they’ve been here long enough, obtaining entry documents to access the capital wouldn’t be difficult.”
“You suspect they’re werewolves from the Western Tribe?” Paisley asked, her tone taut with tension.
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