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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.

them through the strongest sunlight, even looping around in some areas for a long time, to the point of retracing

struggling–sweating, dizzy, headache- ridden, and on the verge

visit wouldn’t be simple and

the potion

also seemed faint, Adelaide offered, “Would you like a pill

things difficult, had been wilting under the sun for half

offer and seeing no one around, he whispered, “Thank you,

a low–ranking guard in Priscilla’s night patrol, he was used

compassion

cooling medicine, he felt a

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

once, a flicker of warmth stirred in his heart.

them to a shaded colonnade, bypassing the

guard announced

Omega emerged, glanced at

Adelaide affirmed.

omega’s gray ear–tip fur trembled in the silver grass incense. Her knobby hand brushed the wolf–head

“Follow me, Priscilla awaits.”

mixed with the musty smell of old parchment, curled into a

outside and entered. The hall’s

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