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Adelaide looked at Melinda’s red–swollen eyes. She tried to hide her face with a folding fan.
Adelaide sighed, “So you knew I came, but still didn’t want to see me?”
Melinda spoke nasally, “My eyes are such a mess. I can’t let you see me now.”
Adelaide glanced at them, “True, they’re swollen like balloons.”
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“Adelaide…” Melind
a’s voice choked up again, “Because of that day’s affair, he comes to scold me every day. How can he be so heartless ? ”
Adelaide frowned, “He scolds you, and you won’t retort?”
“I…” Tears streamed down Melinda’s face again, “I don’t know how to do that.”
Adelaide couldn’t help but shake her head. She turned to Georgiana and asked, “Can you curse?”
“Oh, I’m great at that,” Georgiana said.
“Good. If Dwight comes to curse Melinda in the future, you curse him back. Remember one thing—if he curses, you curse back. If he lays a hand on her, you do the same.”
“That’s just perfect,” Georgiana replied.
“Adelaide, who are these two?” Melinda stopped crying and asked doubtfully.
“They are friends I made in the Shadow Peaks. They are trained from the Warscar Training Camp. They know some fighting skills and medical knowledge. They can supervise your diet and help you deal with people you can’t handle,” Adelaide explained. /
“Thank you, Adelaide,” Melinda’s tears started flowing uncontrollably again.
“Enough! No more crying! How does constant weeping benefit the baby?”
Adelaide’s temper flared. “As a member of the royal family, you chose to mate with Dwight, who is from a weaker pack and family, and you still suffer humiliation. You’re really too submissive. I wish you could learn from Wanda. Though she annoyed her mate, she didn’t lose out. But you just endure grievances silently.”
Then Adelaide realized it was inappropriate to compare her to the scheming Wanda, so she added, “Can’t you cheer up? You are the future Alpha’s mate. In this pack, no one can truly bully you. Don’t be so weak anymore.”
“I just can’t bear how he treats me. How can he repeatedly argue with me for that woman?” Melinda said.
“Forget about him. Can you do that for yourself and the baby? If you keep crying, I won’t visit you anymore,” Adelaide said sternly.
Melinda wiped her tears and nodded, “I understand.”
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Adelaide knew Melinda might not keep her promise, but she had to send someone to help her .
After comforting her, she bid farewell and returned to the Blackthorn Pack..
The Bloodmoon Pack caught a trash–dumper today and beat him up.
Gloria, having been humiliated by Adelaide, saw the pack guard kicking a civilian upon returning. She learned he was the trash–dumper and ordered his hand broken before being thrown out.
Hearing the man’s curses against the Bloodmoon Pack and Penelope, Gloria was enraged and headed straight for Velda’s room.
Velda, with a gauzy veil over her face, was practicing combat skills in the yard.
Her wolf claw caressed the sword hilt as silver moonlight gleamed on the Frostfang Pack emblem of her cloak, casting an eerie glow.
She toyed with the sword, savoring the dignity and pride of a werewolf warrior.
Gloria stormed in with a group of pack guards, her aura as if to devour the entire yard.
Her rapid breathing and sulfurous pheromones betrayed her rage and anxiety. Her wolf claws slightly spread behind her, ready for combat.
“Velda, you fool!”
Gloria roared, her voice trembling with a wolf’s howl and sulfurous pheromones. “Do you think covering your face hides your shame? The Bloodmoon Pack has become the capital’s laughing stock, no, worse–a universally despised target, all thanks to you!”
Velda halted her practice and pressed the longsword to Gloria’s throat.
The quivering blade, cold and gleaming, mirrored her frigid eyes.
Her eyes, slit–like in the moonlight, exuded cedar authority, forcing the surrounding guards to retreat.
“Get out.” Her deep voice was like a glacial crevice, her vertical pupils contracting slightly as the sword flashed menacingly.
Gloria’s wolf claws trembled at her sides, nails digging into her palms until blood seeped from the cracks.
She stared at Velda, her eyes brimming with injustice, on the verge of tears.
“You have the guts to kill everyone who insults you! Trash is dumped at our door daily–the Bloodmoon Pack’s a joke in the capital, no, worse than a joke, a target of universal disdain, and it’s all your doing!”
Her voice shook with fury, sulfurous pheromones intensifying.
Velda sheathed her sword with a faint hum.
A scornful smile played on her lips as she turned back to her practice, treating Gloria’s rage as mere trivial
noise.
“Is this not your fault? If you hadn’t provoked me that day, would I have flown into such a rage ? ” she
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retorted, her voice icy and minty.
“Do you think these werewolf warriors in the yard are for show? Do you think I can be so easily enraged by your words? ”
Her minty pheromones sliced through the air like ice blades, searing Gloria’s throat.