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“You're a Lycan, Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack. If you sought a mate, countless Alpha daughters would vie for
your attention. Yet you choose a she-wolf abandoned by her mate. Are you mad?”
Lance’s pheromones solidified, slicing through Priscilla’s priestess robes.
“I don’t want to hear such words again. If you dislike her, you needn't live in the Blackthorn Pack. It's
comfortable here in the palace.”
A hint of hurt flickered in Priscilla’s eyes before she unleashed her authority. “What did you say? You'd disown me
for that... that former bondmate? Lance, you're such a bastard!”
Once, Priscilla’s overwhelming pressure would have suffocated Lance.
But like the boy who cried wolf, while it once overwhelmed him, Lance had grown stronger.
Now, her fury merely signified her discontent.
Their fragile maternal harmony was remarkable.
After Priscilla accused him, Lance coolly replied, “I will mate with Adelaide for sure. Whether you accept her is
your choice.”
Priscilla’s rose pheromones twisted into thorny vines, forming a blood-red collar around Lance's throat.
She raged, “The mate bond is a lunar goddess tradition. As your mother, | forbid it. Would you defy the Moon
Goddess? Are you mad to choose a cast-off she-wolf reeking of Ulrik’s pheromones?”
As Lance rose, the frost wolf emblem on his armor glinted.
His cedar pheromones, icy as glaciers, dispelled the blood-red vines. “Thanks for the reminder. Royal bonds are
hosted by the former Lycan Luna, so my ceremony will be presided over by Lycan Clarissa.”
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Priscilla’s claws pierced her palm, rose-tinted blood sizzling on the lunar grass sigil. “You...”
Watching Lance stride away, Priscilla’s tears fell in anger and helplessness.
She could never truly control her son.
No matter her appeals, he paid mere lip service, indulging her while harboring his own intentions.
She wondered where she'd failed.
She'd nurtured and strategized for him, earning the old Lycan King’s praise.
Yet despite her devotion, Lance remained emotionally distant.
That night, after the victory banquet, Lance was brought to her palace.
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She was happy. She prepared a soothing drink and a bath with wolf grass essential oil.
But he slept on the guest room lounge chair.
The next day, he left without a word. She awoke to an empty table and his absence.
Priscilla lay on her moon grass-inlaid couch, her rose sigil flaring with fury.
Her wolf whimpered in frustration.
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Omega Susan’s mint-laced pheromones, carrying moon grass tincture, failed to suppress the sulfur-laced
jealousy surging in Priscilla’s glands.
She seethed with resentment toward Adelaide.
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Omega Susan soothed, “Don’t be upset. Alpha Lance is strong-willed. Perhaps he’s bewitched by her
pheromones. Estrous she-wolves do attract mighty Alphas.”
“True. When Airelle sought a mate for Adelaide, many powerful Alphas pursued her. Why she chose Ulrik remains
a mystery.”
Susan dabbed Priscilla’s tears and continued, “She’s just a nobody. You needn't rage so. If Lance insists, let him
be.”
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Always prideful, Priscilla disdained all in the royal palace except her sister, Lycan Clarissa.
Her daughter, Princess Zelda, was also mate-hunting.
Wilmot Greenwood of the Styxwarden Pack was on her list, but he was a wastrel, unlike Lance.
Priscilla hoped Zelda's mate would be learned and upright.
Yet Lycan Erasmus seemed pleased with Wilmot, and Zelda favored him too.
Now, with both children’s marriages unsatisfactory, Priscilla’s pride was deeply wounded.
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