Chapter 501
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The Soulrend Pack’s territory remained intact, but after the scandal, it never recovered its former glory.
Lance often ran into Alpha Manfred during the daily morning meetings.
After a few words, Manfred slowly left, his shoulders weighed down with sorrow.
Meanwhile, at the Medison Manor, Germain finally decided to visit Madison after calling on numerous nobles and powerful packs.
By coincidence, Alpha Howell was also there that day.
Germain, the third sibling, and Howell, the fifth, joined Madison, who was just two months their senior.
Madison and Germain were the same age, with Madison being just two months younger; Alpha Howell was two years younger.
The three siblings had always been distant. Sometimes when Germain visited the capital, they would meet briefly at the palace, but rarely did he visit her manor.
Howell had even less interaction with Madison, only appearing at her banquets.
Madison dismissed the serving omegas and said with a smile, “It’s quite a coincidence that three of us are chatting together today. I didn’t expect Alpha Howell to show up too.”
“Yes, quite the coincidence,” Howell replied, his former meekness replaced by dignity. He sat with his chin slightly raised, exuding aristocratic authority.
Germain sipped the top–shelf Blue Mountain coffee from Madison’s manor and said, “This is far better than what I had in Blue Ridge State.”
Madison remarked, “I only have two ounces of this. I brought it out specially for you today.”
Germain noticed her weight loss and asked, “Are you troubled by something? Are your subordinates acting out?”
“Only Wilorina,” Madison said coldly. “But after a lesson, she’s fallen in line.”
Madison’s eyes were cold. “She just don’t know her place, really think she’s my daughter.”
“There’s no need to fuss over it. If one disobeys, discipline her,” Germain said.
He set down his coffee cup and added with a hint of a smile, “The Soulrend Pack is finished.”
“Yes, it’s a pity about Melinda,” Madison glanced at Howell. “But you can’t blame me. She wouldn’t listen to you, is weak–willed, and deeply in love with Dwight. Their mating would have strengthened the Soulrend Pack. I had to destroy them.”
Howell forced a smile.
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Madison continued, “Your initial plan was flawed. Trying to use Melinda to court the Soulrend Pack and Dwight was doomed to fail. The Soulrend Pack is loyal to the royalty, and Dwight is arrogant and disdainful. It’s better to destroy them than to let them be a thorn in our side.”
Howell’s hands tightened on the armrests, his knuckles whitening. His sandalwood pheromones froze. “Madison is right.”
“Stop concerning yourself with Melinda. She’s your daughter, yet she’d rather follow Adelaide than return to the Silverlight Pack with you. She’s expendable,” Madison said.
Howell said nothing, but anger smoldered in his eyes. His pupils narrowed dangerously in the shadows.
His sandalwood pheromones surged with suppressed dark fire. The invisible aura made the air around them heavier.
Germain changed the subject, his voice taking on a cold, calculating tone. “The Soulrend Pack’s fate is sealed. The royalty won’t back officials with tarnished reputations. Their days are numbered. I’m here for Velda. I’ve attempted to assassinate her, but Adelaide thwarted me, costing me several werewolf assassins.”
A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes as he absently rubbed the wolf sigil on his palm.
“Killing Velda won’t be easy now. Lycan Erasmus has deployed the Royal Guard, plainclothes but verified, to watch the Bloodmoon Pack,” Madison said gravely.
“And Velda’s no fool. She never steps outside the Bloodmoon Pack,” Howell added.
“How about bribing someone inside the Bloodmoon Pack to poison her?” Germain suggested, his voice sharp with scheming.
“We’ve tried. Poison doesn’t work. She has a detector for food. It’s impossible to get close to her,” Howell said, his sandalwood pheromones rippling with frustration. “She’s extremely cautious.”
Germain smirked. “Howell, your methods are less efficient than Madison’s. Assassination failed, poisoning failed. It seems you can’t handle Velda.”
Though his smile remained, Germain’s words carried a clear message of dissatisfaction.
“I’ll find another way,” Howell said.
“Yes, and soon. The Lycan King of the Western Tribe won’t last much longer. We’ve already placed agents close to their future Lycan King. He’s determined to avenge the prince’s suicide.”
“The people of the Western Tribe are also discontent with Solanke’s concessions. This sets the stage for them to hold a grudge against our kingdom once their new Lycan King comes to power,” Howell added.