Chapter 95

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Third Person’s POV
If Solanke knew Velda was still alive and well, he’d likely be furious.
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Speculations about her within Alpha Lance’s pack never ceased, sometimes even in her presence.
At first, Velda would lash out, insisting she hadn’t been dishonored–that she’d merely been beaten and scarred.
But gradually, she stopped explaining; it was futile.
Adding to her woes was Ulrik’s cold–shoulder treatment, which left her exhausted from trying to justify herself.
However, she confronted Adelaide with a mocking tone, “I hear you reached the mountain but didn’t rescue me. You relish my suffering, don’t you? I won’t die easily. I’ll live better than any of you.”
Adelaide responded with a faint smirk, “You’re wrong. I could easily kill you. I could drag you up the mountain at night and throw you off a cliff. Wild dogs would devour you, leaving no trace.”
Velda’s face twitched.
“Or perhaps poison your water, leaving you in agony,” Adelaide continued.
Velda swung at her. “You dare?”
Adelaide caught her wrist and shoved her to the ground.
“Remember your pride when we first met? Show it now,” she said coldly.
Velda was furious. She called out to her wolf, but it had grown weak from the torture and now refused to respond.
She was powerless against Adelaide.
“Enjoy your stay. Your whipping’s still to come,” Adelaide sneered.
Velda rose slowly, her gaze defiant and icy. “Think I’ll cower before you? I’ve won where it matters. Ulrik’s mate is me, not you.”
She regained her pride, thinking that mentioning Ulrik would cause Adelaide pain.
Adelaide merely sneered. “Well, congratulations.”
Her indifference infuriated Velda, who shouted, “You’re just jealous!”
“Yes, I’m jealous,” Adelaide admitted. “Of your role as Ulrik’s mate, as the Bloodmoon Pack’s Luna, and of your future duty to care for Rosemary day and night.”
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Adelaide left with a laugh.
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Having spent recent days helping rebuild the southern border with Paisley and others, she’d learned to fold her pain away.
Occasionally, she’d discuss the southern border’s future with Lance and the others.
Lance, now well–groomed, was quite handsome–no wonder he was hailed as the kingdom’s most handsome Alpha.
As spring’s warmth melted the southern border’s ice, the pack prepared to return to the capital, leaving some wolves for border patrol.
Paisley and the others sat by a bonfire, debating whether to join the main group back to the capital or return to the Shadow Peaks.
Avery stood up excitedly. “The Shadow Peaks can wait, but a triumph like this might never come again! We should go back and soak in the adoration!”
Though trained in the Warscar Camp with formidable skills, they’d never aspired to greatness.
Now, as heroes of the southern border’s reclamation, they were somewhat at a loss.
Meanwhile, Velda’s injuries had healed enough for her punishment.
Her relationship with Ulrik during this time was like a frozen lake–calm on the surface but turbulent beneath.
Ulrik often avoided her, yet when she was in trouble, he’d quietly help.
When she was to be flogged, Ulrik first shamelessly pleaded with Lance, only to be outright rejected.
Then he turned to Adelaide, his eyes filled with pleading. “I know it’s presumptuous, but if she’s flogged now, she won’t survive the journey. All the blame rests with me. I’ve wronged you…”
Adelaide coldly cut him off. “If you know it’s presumptuous and you’ve wronged me, why are you begging me? You’re aware she’s linked to the Davidson family’s tragedy. I want her dead more than anyone. How dare you ask for my mercy?”
Ulrik stood there, struck dumb by her words, staring at the icy woman before him.
His mind involuntarily recalled the bonding ceremony–her eyes then had held such tenderness.
He swallowed hard, bitterness rising in his throat. “I know I was wrong. I’ve betrayed you once, but I can’t betray her too.”
“If that’s the case, why not take her punishment for her?” Adelaide sneered, unwilling to endure his show of devotion any longer, and turned to leave.
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