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This sentence echoed like an old wound.
Melanie and Chad exchanged a glance.
They both understood.
Monica wasn’t just reminding them–she was reminding herself–of Rosemary’s past.
“We know,” Chad murmured.
Melanie nodded.
Just then, Elmer and Gillian pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The moment they entered, their presence filled the hall, and Melanie immediately sensed Gillian’s emotional turbulence. The fluctuations in her pheromones carried a sharp, volatile edge.
After hearing the details, Gillian nearly ground out a low curse through clenched teeth.
“They’re utterly disgusting.”
Elmer said nothing. He simply reached out and patted Melanie’s shoulder–an unshakably steady gesture of support.
A few minutes later, his phone vibrated.
After reading the message, one of his brows lifted slightly.
“I called someone over for you.”
Melanie froze. “What?”
He gave her a knowing smile.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Meanwhile…
The Cummings family banquet hall told an entirely different story.
The scent of champagne mingled with expensive perfume and layers of social pheromones, creating an almost exuberant aura of prosperity. Guests streamed in without pause.
The Cummings family stood at the center, their smiles serene and impeccably composed.
Of course, they remembered what day it was.
After years of organizing Monica’s birthday celebrations, the date had long since been etched into their memories.
And precisely because of that
They had deliberately chosen today for their housewarming banquet.
Gloria chuckled softly, her voice laced with unmistakable schadenfreude.
“I’d wager the Willis family can’t even fill a few tables now, can they?”
Paisley giggled in agreement.
“The grander their preparations were, the more ridiculous they must look now.”
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Laughter and easy conversation drifted through the hall.
But those familiar with werewolf social dynamics understood that the true centerpiece of this gathering wasn’t the Cummings family.
It was the shadow of someone else.
Archer.
He had yet to appear.
And yet his scent, his resources, his sheer influence had become the axis around which the entire banquet revolved.
Camille wore an exquisite gown that evening, the diamond bracelet on her wrist casting a cold, crystalline brilliance beneath the lights.
It was a piece Archer had acquired at auction for over four hundred million,
Guests clustered around her, their voices smooth with flattery.
“That bracelet suits you perfectly.”
“Alpha Archer truly has exceptional taste.”
Camille only smiled with effortless grace. She was well accustomed to such attention.
Another guest spoke more cautiously.
“I heard that antique vase from the auction–was that something Archer acquired specifically for your grandmother?”
Camille nodded.
“Yes.”
Not far away, Daphne overheard the exchange, satisfaction flashing briefly in her eyes.
That vase–worth over a hundred million–was more than sufficient proof of Archer’s regard for the Haines family.
Across the room, Rosalie’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
As another elder within Camille’s family, she had received no symbolic gift.
But then she recalled that same auction–Archer had also secured two other pieces of staggering value.
And today was the Cummings family’s housewarming celebration.
Her lips curved upward once more.
Perhaps…
The real surprise had yet to arrive.
At that moment, two distinct yet equally powerful Alpha auras began radiating slowly from the banquet hall entrance.
Dwight and Edric entered side by side.
The air itself seemed sliced by invisible blades, and the lively chatter faltered in a briet, uneasy pause.
Those unaware of the shift continued talking But guests of wolf heritage Instinctively lifted their heads near perfection
The Cummings and Haines families reacted first.
They moved forward almost reflexively.
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Gloria’s carefully practiced smile faltered the moment she spotted Dwight from across the room. A faint blush rose beneath her flawless makeup.
Her wolf stirred deep within her consciousness, reacting as though a powerful yet dangerous aura had brushed against its
nerves.
Paisley observed everything, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.
Like Archer, Dwight stood at the pinnacle of the wolf hierarchy as an Alpha. Bloodline purity, territorial strength, personal prowess–each of them was a predator among predators.
If Gloria truly succeeded in forming a stable bond with Dwight…
The Cummings family’s standing in the capital would edge toward unchecked dominance.
With that thought, the smiles on the Cummings elders‘ faces grew even more eager, their posture tinged with unmistakable
deference.
Camille stood slightly apart, her brow faintly furrowed.
She knew Dwight too well.
Their past interactions had always taken place on equal footing.
Yet now-
Her relatives appeared overly submissive before this apex Alpha, their behavior bordering on deliberate flattery.
The sight stirred a flicker of irritation within her.
Still, she remained silent.
Within wolf–clan social hierarchy, bloodline and strength carried absolute authority.
The Haines family had stood firm in the capital for decades, their roots far deeper than those of the Cummings family, whose
rise into elite circles had only come after aligning themselves with the Haines lineage.
Such disparity–through an Alpha’s scent perception–was nearly impossible to conceal.
Dwight and Edric were undoubtedly aware of it as well.
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