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Third Person’s POV
Rowena’s words sent Priscilla’s fir pheromones surging. She was proud yet tinged with guilt.
She’d snubbed Adelaide on purpose, but Adelaide didn’t seem to mind, even sending her a fine oil painting.
This made Priscilla see Adelaide as tactful and magnanimous.
In contrast, she felt petty.
Spotting envy in the Full Moon Priestesses‘ eyes, she warmed to Adelaide–just a little.
Madison and her daughter glanced at the painting, also stunned. But since it wasn’t theirs , they had to nitpick.
Madison, disregarding decorum time and again, shed her usual pretense of refinement.
Her rose pheromones, laced with acidity, flared as she stood before the oil painting. Her vertically slit pupils narrowed to a thin line, and her wolf claws subconsciously scratched the gilded frame. She said, “Craig excels at plum blossoms. If he truly wanted to impress you, he’d gift a plum–themed painting. This snowy scene is just an afterthought,” she remarked.
She released royal musk pheromones, but Priscilla’s fir scent shot back, “I don’t care for flowers .”
Madison’s words fell on deaf ears–like a punch into a cushion. What did this woman know?
Plum blossom paintings were the true masterpieces.
As the guests admired the oil paintings, a wolf pack guard hurried in and reported, “The Frostfang Pack has sent several oil paintings. They said they knew you were hosting a banquet and specially brought these paintings for you and the ladies to appreciate. ‘If any of you like them, you can keep them.”
Priscilla was overjoyed and said excitedly, “Really? Bring them in quickly!”
The hall erupted as guards carried in new paintings.
The atmosphere ignited.
Present were Lunas from powerful packs and spouses of royal officials.
Oil painting appreciation was a rarefied social activity, and this chance excited them.
Priscilla thought she’d finally shine, but discerning guests knew Adelaide, though uninvited, stole the spotlight.
Her grace and generosity–sending gifts despite being spurned–were remarkable.
Among the paintings were two plum–themed works and a war–aftermath scene.
It depicted wolf soldiers at a city gate, their armor coated in wolfsbane frost. The battlefield aura made
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lower–rank wolves‘ neck hairs bristle.
The soldiers, resolute–eyed, stood in knee–deep snow, chapped–lipped and wind–tousled, gripping spears with dirty hands.
The scene in the painting was incredibly lifelike, almost as if one could witness firsthand how the werewolf soldiers stood firm in the bitter cold.
Rowena, whose pack had wolf soldiers, was deeply moved. “Peace comes at the cost of their blood. Both soldiers and wolf generals risk their lives. Alpha Bentley and his children are true patriots.”
She mentioned Alpha Bentley, not Adelaide, reminding all that Adelaide was Alpha Bentley’s battle- seasoned daughter.
The guests, now filled with respect, regretted their prior gossip.
But Madison sneered, “Danger accompanies privilege. Their front–line risks bought them status. ”
Rowena sharply retorted, “Would you accept such status if it meant losing your family?“.
She continued seriously, “Anyone else could have said it, but coming from you, it’s truly disheartening for the werewolf warriors. You live in luxury and have no idea of the dangers of the battlefield.”
Madison was left speechless with anger. After a moment, she rose abruptly and sneered, “You don’t understand oil painting art at all, yet you’re making a fuss about it. Seems like we really have nothing in common. I’m leaving.”
She cast a fierce glare at Priscilla.
Priscilla was stunned–Rowena had offended Madison , so why the glare at her?
But recalling past humiliations under Madison’s hand and their ongoing business ties, she didn’t want a complete fallout. She politely urged Madison to stay and enjoy the paintings.
Madison leaned in close and whispered with veiled menace, “After everyone’s done viewing, send these oil paintings to my estate. They must arrive today.”
With that, she left with Wanda, and Sabrina hurried after them.
Madison’s friends hesitated for a moment and then also got up to leave one after another.
However, quite a few people remained on the scene. Doug’s granddaughter was particularly entranced, staring at each oil painting as if she wanted to etch every brushstroke into her memory.
Some of the guests weren’t well–versed in oil painting appreciation but stayed to avoid offending Priscilla.
Witnessing the earlier confrontation, they quietly resolved to steer clear of Sabrina. They realized she was a trouble magnet and vowed that their sons would not entangle with such a problematic she – wolf. They would rather have no mate for their sons than let them choose someone like Sabrina.
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