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

refused to treat Luna

claw hovered inches

to stop him from treating my mother–all to

won’t work.”

cedar pheromones, thick with Alpha aura. “Adelaide, I

wolf!”

known you were this manipulative and cruel, I’d never have let you become Bloodmoon’s Luna. I must’ve been

pressed against his throat. The

cold as ice spikes piercing his pores. “If you

you reject me?”

a suppressed wolfish howl caught in his

mind.

“What?”

me? Because you can’t. You claim: Velda’s your true mate, yet you won’t sever our bond. The Moon Goddess forbids

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froze, at a loss

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

chest heaved, cedar musk soured with

the Bloodmoon sigil on his sleeve, fresh blood seeping

Alpha rumble laced with exhaustion. “Ask for anything else, but leave my mother out

“Coward,” I said clearly.

The Lycan King’s warriors respect my father’s legacy. You

Ulrik’s face darkened.

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