Chapter 13
Adelaide’s Poy
After handing over pack management, I secluded myself.
I only interacted with the Omegas and guards from Frostfang, even dining in my private kitchen.
Meals were prepared by Omegas Ivy and Jessica.
Recalling how I’d disbanded the Frostfang guards and Omegas I’d recruited, I knew Bloodmoon was in chaos.
Tamara had to temporarily promote low–ranking wolves to fill patrol gaps.
With the bonding ceremony approaching, guard shortages worsened.
The recruits I’d trained were long gone, and the remaining Omegas struggled to support the Tenar family.
Word reached me that when Tamara reported to Rosemary, the old matriarch raged, demanding I fund the crisis.
Vanya approached me next, but left without requesting more funds.
Omega Jessica informed me Bloodmoon was selling assets.
“Expected their last resort,” I said.
Jessica fumed, “When the pack was broke before, you used Frostfang assets. Why not sell shops now?”
“Not the same,” I smiled. “Luna Rosemary’s waiting for Velda and Alpha Ulrik to earn more merits. Then she’ll reap the
rewards.”
Beata snorted. “You used Frostfang wealth to sustain Bloodmoon, hoping Alpha Ulrik’s merits would earn Lycan Erasmus’s favor.
But they used his merits to justify Velda.”
I put down my pen. “I was naive, hoping Lycan Erasmus’s decree dissolving our bond would come quickly. We could leave and
escape their drama.”
But days passed with no word from Lycan Erasmus.
Rosemary’s health worsened.
Without Digby’s herbs, her wolf spiraled.
I relented, thinking if I let them part amicably, I could ask Digby to treat her–on their dime.
Rosemary’s wolf spirit was critically weakened. The entire Alpha family was preoccupied with her care.
Ulrik finally brought a royal healer to stabilize Rosemary.
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When he stormed into my house that night, I was awake.
His half–wolf form tore through the wards, cedar and blood hitting me at once.
“Guards, Beata–leave,” I ordered, my Alpha cars pricking
“Get Digby by next moonrise, or else,” he growled, his three–meter frame casting shadows, venom dripping from fangs.
1 bared silver claws. “Or else what?”
He smashed a claw into the wall. “Or I reject and exile you!”
I met his gaze. “Exile?”
“Fully,” he sneered. “You’ve failed as Luna–I can reject and exile you!”
“At last, you’ll sever the mate bond,” I said. “I’ll wait for your rejection.”
His slit pupils narrowed. “Know this–if I exile you, Frostfang’s assets stay.”
I laughed. “Keep them. Tomorrow, invite the Davis clan elders and the original bond witness. Announce the rejection and exile-
I’ll leave immediately.”
Ulrik jabbed his finger at me. “Midday tomorrow. Be prepared!”
He shattered the wall on his way out.
Jessica rushed in, aghast. “Luna Adelaide, if you’re exiled, he’ll steal Frostfang’s wealth!”
Beata’s eyes reddened. “Luna Airella gave you half Frostfang’s assets!”
I slumped in my chair, recalling his vicious look. My heart ached.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t expect anything from this year–it was my mother who chose him as my mate, after all.
“Those assets may not leave with him,” I whispered. “Exiling me comes at a cost.
“True,” Jessica said. “You’ve managed the pack well. Exiling you so abruptly–the Royal Pack won’t ignore it. The media will
crucify him.”
“Fearless or not, he might proceed,” Beata worried.
My concern lay elsewhere–Would Lycan Erasmus reverse course?
Cultivating new warriors might make him hesitate to nullify my bond with Ulrik
But Frostfang’s wealth was secure. Bank accounts and stocks could be transferred; family business shares were already in
Frostfang’s name.
They’d only get
They’d only get jewelry and furniture–losses, but not crippling.
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If Ulrik pushed this far, I’d fight back..
Jessica spat, “You offered to call Digby for him?
Worthless!”
