Third Person’s POV

Gloria stormed back from the Jewelry Store, screaming like a maniac. She was such a shrew, as bad as Velda.

She claimed she’d get a check from the Ironclaw Pack, but her tantrum was truly disheartening.

“Who told her to put on airs? She has no one but herself to blame,” Rosemary muttered, her mood sour.

She glanced at Sabrina and said, “Stay clear of her these days. You don’t want to be her next target for a tirade.”

Sabrina, sitting on Rosemary’s bed, perked up her silvery–gray wolf cars and snorted with a hint of pride, “I’d never bother her. Before she joined the Bloodmoon Pack, I thought she was something special, even daring to compare assets and wedding gifts with Adelaide.”

“Now she can’t even come up with tens of millions. How pathetic. Though she’s still better than Velda. When Alpha Ulrik mated with Velda, we gave so much cash, yet her personal assets were pitiful.”

“I’ve never seen such stinginess, and she’s supposed to be Lycan Erasmus’s chosen one,” Sabrina’s pheromones carried a faint sulfurous stench, like a sharp thorn.

After ranting about Gloria and Velda, Sabrina turned to Tamara, her pupils narrowing in disdain, “Tamara’s been sick and neglecting everything. She hasn’t even prepared my personal assets after my mating. I wonder what she’ll give me. I’d better not expect much; she’s the poorest of them all.”

Rosemary was annoyed by the talk of her three sons‘ mates, none of whom seemed presentable.

Her aged cedar scent turned sharp as ice, “Enough. Shut it.”

Sabrina fell silent instantly, her wolf ears drooping in fear.

The light cast on her face, sans baby fat, made her look particularly sharp. Her eyes still held a flicker of

contempt.

trembled

hadn’t returned and the shop assistant was waiting, she grew anxious. Her fingertips showed

Gloria couldn’t gather the money and would ask everyone to chip

cash left. Most

Gloria had gone wild, and found out Sabrina bought a ruby set worth tens of millions at the Golden

rage. This was pushing the

buy it, she was so shocked

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lost her

she know

carelessly,

a disgrace to

it. With such a huge fuss, who in the pack wouldn’t

shook her head, her cold fir scent tinged with detached indifference. “The Bloodmoon Pack is doomed sooner or

eight in the evening, Gloria trudged into the Bloodmoon Pack’s

puffy, makeup smudged, hair loose. Iron–gray wolf fur stuck to her cheeks. Her

pheromones of the Ironclaw Pack mixed with

kept by her mother in the Ironclaw

she had

government issued a check for $20 million

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