Chapter 8

Adelaide’s POV

The moonstone on the bronze candelabra cast a silverleaf grass scent through the air. I took a deep breath–time to stop beating

around the bush.

Once Beata left, I said, “Please, have a seat.”

Velda wore a wine–red pleated skirt, a wolf–tooth pendant symbolizing her battle merits gleaming at her throat.

When she sat, her bloodmoon sigil belt clinked against the basalt chair. The pendant caught the moonlight, making the fang seem almost alive against the night sky.

Velda wasn’t classically beautiful, but her sharp features and the killing edge honed in northern tribes radiated a shifter warrior’s

Jura

“Frostfang’s last scion,” she said, her slit pupils like poisoned blades. “Hear you wanted to see me. I’m here. One question–Will you coexist with me in Bloodmoon?”

Her tone was unyielding, a low growl warning in her throat. “Give me the truth. Playing weak won’t work on me.”

I met her gaze. “Lycan Luna Clarissa called you every she–wolf’s pride. How about this–do I have a choice besides coexisting?”

Velda’s reply was ice. “Depends on you.”

off guard, a flicker of surprise in

coexisting

mating bond is severed, we’ll have no ties left–where’s

teeth in a predator’s grin. “I told you, don’t lie. Think putting on this meek act will

mind?”

tone, Velda,” I growled, my voice dipping into a lupine

let a flicker of Alpha aura

her ears

to let her lose control

through battle like you,” I continued.

to honor me as your only mate. You broke that blood oath

paint me as

oaths, huh? Makes me look like

my heart’s with her. We never meant to hurt you. You’re still Luna Adelaide. Once Velda and I are at war for Lycan King, our pups can stay with you. It’ll

“What did you say?

“If you want pups of your

turned to Velda, “And you agree

with

do jealousy. Have your pups, secure your future.

concern.”

low, threatening growl rumbled in her

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