Chapter 18
Adelaide’s POV
I flicked the edge of the list, letting it dangle tauntingly as Ulrik reached for it–only for me to yank it back.
A cedar tang burst from my nape, Alpha pheromones flooding the air.
Ulrik’s pupils slit, his knuckles elongating into wolf claws.
I sidestepped his grasp, my moonstone necklace suddenly searing hot–a sign Frostfang’s Alpha bloodline was awakening.
“Come and take it,” I said, letting the list slip into the gale of my aura.
Ulrik’s shoulders cracked with the sound of bone shifting
His lea
His leap left granite floor splintered, ironclad muscles straining against his uniform.
As his fist whistled past my temple, I bit my lip, fangs piercing flesh.
My claws lashed out.
Ulrik’s punch veered at the last second, shattering a blue porcelain vase behind me..
I seized his wrist, my nails–hardened into blades–pressing against his pulsing vein. “Did your combat trainer never teach you?” I taunted. “Never go easy on a Frostfang wolf.”
He headbutted me, his fangs grazing my earlobe as I dodged.
In one fluid motion, I flipped him to the ground..
“Still figh
fighting?” I felt his claws coiling at my waist. “I could slit your throat thrice before you fully shift.”
Elder Halsey’s staff slammed the floor. “Enough! Frostfang’s daughter doesn’t turn her fangs on kin.”
The n
moment I released him, Ulrik rolled me aside.
Propping himself up, he rasped, “You… can fight?”
“Not masterfully,” I said, my claws retracting.
aid, my claws retracting-
I channeled my wolf, Alpha aura scattering leaves into blades.
“Watch closely.”
The leaves swirled into a blade–storm.
Ulrik, half–shifted, raised his claws–a futile dance.
Then he froze, three fresh scratches bleeding on each cheek.
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Ulrik stared at me, chest heaving.
He’d never seen this side of his meek mate.
“Why hide this skill?”
I clutched the asset list, a faint smile playing on my lips.
With a flick of my wrist, I flung it into the air. As it descended, the parchment shredded into a flurry of paper–like snowflakes drifting through winter.
Rosemary’s voice quivered. “You tore the list! Fine! Leave–empty–handed!”
1 smiled lightly. “The things I want? No one stops me.”
She lunged, Beta support at her side. “Touch anything, and I’ll report you to the royal council!”
She turned and shrilled at the Omega, “Get her out of here! And none of the Omega’s or her wolf guards leave either–they’re
Bloodmoon wolves now!”
The Bloodmoon guards exchanged glances, ready to act, when a cry echoed from outside, “Beta Fabian’s here!”
The room froze. Rosemary straightened her collar. “Quick, prepare to receive him!”
Lycan Erasmus’s Beta, Fabian, strode in, flanked by royal guards.
Ulrik opened his mouth, but Fabian silenced him.
“Lycan Erasmus’s decree for Miss Davidson.”
Rosemary sneered. “She’s no longer our Luna–Ulrik rejected her.”
Fabian glanced at her, then fixed Ulrik with a cold stare. “Is this true?”
Ulrik confirmed, “I’ve rejected and exiled her, witnessed by both clans.”
Fabian’s smile faded. “Irrelevant. Lycan Erasmus’s will prevails.”
Turning to me, he declared, “By royal decree, Alpha Bentley’s merits grant his heirs a hereditary seat on the King’s Council. Miss
Davidson, you may inherit this seat or nominate a Frostfang member.”
Halsey choked back a sob. I saw her wipe a tear.
Rosemary’s moonstone pendant shattered in the sunlight.
Fabian continued, “Regarding Miss Davidson’s appeal–Ulrik Tenar violated the mate bond. The council annuls your bond. The
Tenar and Davidson clans are severed, with no further interference.”
As the last word fell, autumn wind swept dead leaves across the courtyard.
I watched Ulrik’s rigid back, his fingers absently rubbing the Bloodmoon sigil.
Rosemary gagged, choked by invisible hands.
Beata stood by with a wooden box, its military medals pressing into my palm–Frostfang’s pride, never to be trampled.
“Congratulations, Miss Davidson,” Fabian murmured.
