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Adelaide appreciated Clarissa’s kindness but shook her head. “If I rely on your favor to defy Priscilla, she’ll only resent me more once Lance and I are truly mated. And while you can protect me today, you can’t shield me in the Blackthorn Pack tomorrow.”

Clarissa looked at her and said, “You’re always so sensible. It breaks my heart.”

Clarissa’s white musk pheromones suddenly formed a laurel branch shape, gently wrapping around her

wrist.

“It’s just Priscilla–spoiled by my family and me, with a willful personality. When she moves to the Blackthorn Pack to live with you, you might have to endure some sufferings,” Clarissa said.

“Today, let’s see what she says. If she’s too outrageous, I’ll reprimand her,” Clarissa added.

Adelaide smiled and said, “Thank you for your concern, Lycan Clarissa. With you watching over me, I won’t be wronged.”

Clarissa smiled gently. “Go on, I’ll send someone to check in later.”

Adelaide nodded and took her leave.

At noon, the sun was scorching as Adelaide and Beata followed a royal guard through the palace gardens.

The guard, under Priscilla’s management, had been waiting outside.

through the strongest sunlight, even looping around in

Alpha, was unaffected, but Beata was struggling–sweating, dizzy, headache- ridden, and on the verge of nausea,

simple

administered the potion and fanned her to cool

faint, Adelaide offered, “Would you like a pill

things difficult, had been wilting under the sun for

seeing no one around, he whispered,

in Priscilla’s night patrol, he was

Adelaide’s compassion moved

medicine,

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were the most looked–down–upon and insignificant beings. No one respected them, and no one cared

in

them to a shaded colonnade, bypassing the sun’s glare,

the guard announced their

older Omega emerged, glanced at Adelaide, and asked, “Miss

Adelaide affirmed.

the silver grass incense. Her knobby hand brushed the wolf–head copper badge at

“Follow me, Priscilla awaits.”

pine pheromones, mixed with the musty smell of old parchment, curled into a ball under Adelaide’s cedarwood

entered. The hall’s

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