Chapter 492
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Adelaide nodded and sought out Georgina and Paige.
“Now, dissolving the mating is unavoidable. Initially, I asked for your help to assist Melinda until she gave birth. It wouldn’t have taken long.”
Adelaide sighed and continued, “But since Melinda has given birth and left the Soulrend Pack, do you wish to return to Shadow Peaks or stay awhile longer to support her?”
Georgina’s eyes were heavy with sorrow and self–reproach. “I’ve already messaged Klein, telling him we’ll return to Shadow Peaks in a few days. We failed to protect Melinda. Yesterday, I shouldn’t have gone back for the shawl. I didn’t think Dwight was so cunning.”
“He never mentioned wanting Melinda’s help to regain his position. Every time he visited, he was ingratiating himself with her. We thought he was trying to reform. It was my mistake, my fault.”
“No matter what, I’ll stay by Melinda’s side through this difficult time.”
“Don’t blame yourselves. You can’t guard against human nature, only against foreseeable events. Both of you have done your utmost. Without you, Melinda might have suffered far worse.”
“We don’t need comfort or payment. We’re not worthy of the fee. We’ll leave only when Melinda recovers , regains her health, and can smile again.”
“No…”
“We’re absolutely firm on this.”
After speaking, Georgina turned and headed to the kitchen.
She still didn’t want to entrust the medicine–brewing task to others. Galvin was already overworked, and she couldn’t be burdened with this task as well.
Both Georgina and Paige had some knowledge of pharmacology.
Paisley was intrigued by Sadi’s visit to the Ironclaw Pack and approached Adelaide again, asking whether to have Wendy inquire about it. However, such an action carried risks.
Adelaide shook her head. “No need. Let’s not take unnecessary risks. We understand the bigger picture- it’s all about courting the Ironclaw Pack. Besides, I believe Christine will reach out to me again. As the future Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack, with Tad away, she has no choice but to seek assistance. I’m her best option.”
Paisley nodded. “True. Christine’s shouldering the entire Ironclaw Pack alone. Leon, as Tad’s younger brother, has no achievements and no significant faults–loyal and kind–hearted but lacking vision.”
Adelaide remarked, “Ramona mentioned that Wilorina’s next target is Leon. Why has there been no movement lately?”
“Ramona said Wilorina has grown tired of Leon and refuses to carry out missions, earning Madison’s
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reprimand. Perhaps she’s injured and needs to recover. Or maybe she’ll return under a new guise . After all, she was once Willow, known to many, including Leon.”
Adelaide hummed in agreement. “That’s possible. I truly empathize with Christine’s struggles. One crisis. follows another. I hope Leon can hold his ground.”
“He treats Audrey quite well,” Paisley said, though uncertain.
“But men often can’t resist the allure of a beautiful woman, especially someone like Wilorina, trained to manipulate men. If she studies Lance and caters to his preferences, she might ensnare him. Then you’d be worried.”
Adelaide contemplated this. “That’s a real possibility. Lance is deeply emotional, making him vulnerable to romantic entanglements.”
Paisley’s eyes widened. “I was just speculating, but you agree? Don’t you refute it at all? Doesn’t it upset you to even consider it?”
Adelaide was taken aback. “We’re
analyzing the situation. Since it hasn’t happened, why would I be upset?”
“It’s just a hypothetical,” Paisley said, poking Adelaide’s forehead.
“I doubt you truly care about Lance. Though I’ve never been in love, I understand possession. Even the thought of someone eyeing what’s mine would displease me,” Paisley said.
“Jealous much?” Adelaide glanced at her and said, “Save your anger for when something real happens. Worrying over nothing just ruins your mood, harms your health, and damages relationships. Not worth it.”
She then recalled Paisley’s stance on mating and added, “Besides, if you don’t want to mate or get into relationships, what qualifies you to lecture me?”
Paisley retorted, “I can discuss feelings without experience. I believe no man deserves me. You’re one of a kind too. But we’re different. You’ll become a royal priestess if you don’t mate, and Lance genuinely cares for you. I have no one who’s liked me since childhood and waited patiently. Why would I mate?”
“By the way,” Paisley recalled, “you mentioned starting a school for she–wolves. I think it’s a great idea.”
“Didn’t you want to open a combat training course?”
Adelaide continued, “Why are you suddenly supporting my idea of starting a she–wolf school?”
“Nah, it’s not conflicting. We can totally do it together.”
Adelaide leaned against the door, her gaze distant. “You know, when Ulrik brought Velda home, he said she wouldn’t be trapped by domestic chores. Velda disdained such tasks, looking down on women who focused on family, deeming them only fit for spousal disputes. Yet many women spend their lives dealing with household matters. Many can’t go to war, and mating and childbirth seem their only paths.”
“Even if that’s the case, I hope some women can be like Abigail. Even if they’re confined to family life forever, they shouldn’t be easily looked down upon.”
Paisley leaned beside her. “I may not fully grasp or relate to everything you say, but I’ll support you unconditionally and without bounds, whatever you do.”