Chapter 11

Adelaide’s POV

After talking with Beata, she prepared afternoon tea for me.

The glass container held homemade vanilla ice cream, its sweet scent mingled with fresh blueberries Beata had just picked.

Our shadows on the basalt countertop were shattered by the loud crash of iron armor.

“Adelaide!” Ulrik’s howl made the starlight chandelier above tremble. “How long do you plan to keep up

this farce?”

“Beata,” I said, watching the melting ice cream–a three–hour labor of love from Beata–slip down the counter, “clean

glass. Ulrik and I need to talk.”

Once Beata’s footsteps faded upstairs, I looked up at the Alpha, his hackles raised. “Want to discuss Shaman Digby?”

Ulrik’s slit pupils burned crimson. “How dare you?”

up

the

I smirked, unleashing my wolf’s aura.

Why sh

Tenar family should ask why the most reputable shaman, Digby, refused to treat Luna Rosemary. His contract clearly states–If the employer dishonors the healer, the contract

playing innocent!” Ulrik’s wolf claw hovered

my mother–all to sabotage my bonding with Velda. But

won’t work.”

Alpha aura. “Adelaide, I warned you–I won’t be threatened.

wolf!”

and cruel, I’d never have let you become Bloodmoon’s Luna. I must’ve

my nails elongating into sharp points that pressed against his throat. The height difference forced me to look. up at him, my former

as cold as ice spikes piercing his pores. “If you hate me so much, why

you reject me?”

apple bobbed, a suppressed wolfish howl caught in his throat–this question seemed to have never

mind.

“What?”

word clearly, “I said, since you hate me this much, why won’t you reject me? Because you can’t. You claim: Velda’s your true mate, yet you won’t sever our bond. The Moon Goddess forbids two

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pressed, “or I will. ‘Failure to nurture offspring‘ sounds good–or how about ‘endangering family health“? Your mother’s failing wolf spirit is tied to

cedar musk soured with sulfur–a sign his pheromones were

rubbed the Bloodmoon sigil on his sleeve, fresh blood seeping from

he growled, Alpha rumble laced with exhaustion. “Ask for anything

“Coward,” I said clearly.

risks. The Lycan King’s warriors respect my father’s legacy. You fear being branded

Ulrik’s face darkened.

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