Third Person’s POV

    Rosa, well–aware of Madison’s feelings, cautioned, “The Davidsons are principled folks. They likely won’t stoop to being your lover.”

    Madison snorted, “Principles won’t fill their pockets. Besides, principles suit him. I won’t bother asking- he’ll be kidnapped and drugged. Once under my spell, I’ll be as divine as the Moon Goddess in his ieyes/i.

    Rosa gasped, hervender pheromones quivering like wind–swept stalks. “Have you already made your move? The Moon Newborn Festival is nigh. Nobles‘ wives and daughters will be present. A slip–up could spell disaster. If he vanishes, the Davidsons wille calling.”

    Madison’s ebony pheromones were as still as stones in a deep pool.

    She smiled, though her pheromones carried a icy edge, “Impatient, aren’t you? He hasn’t been kidnapped yet. I’ve learned that on September 30th, he’s departing the capital for Jefferson City. I’ll take the driver and three omegas, spirit them to my mansion, and stash them in the basement. Who’ll notice their disappearance? I’ll act after the festival.”

    Rosa’s anxiety grew.

    “Alpha Bentley spurned you. Why seek sce with a Davidson? Hunt may be timid, but he’s yourwful mate.”

    Bitterness welled up in Madison’s heart, rippling through her ebony pheromones.

    She clenched her fists, her knuckles whitening, and closed her eyes.

    Her words were gritted, “He wanted nothing to do with me. I’ll spite him in the grave by bearing a Davidson’s child!”

    Rosa sighed, hervender pheromones warm withpassion.

    “You’re fighting a dead man’s pride. If you truly wanted a child, you’d have had one long ago. Your menstrual cycle’s irregr. Conception might be difficult. Madison, let go of the past. Let him rest in peace.”

    “Do you think I want to dwell on him? He haunts my dreams nightly,” Madison’s pupils shrank with turbulent emotion.

    Her eyes zed with fire–ebony pheromones erupted like furious mes, much like the heat from her first youthful encounter with him. “He’s the one who haunts my peace, even in death he won’t leave me be!”

    Tears streamed down her face. Her shoulders trembled, and her pheromones quaked on the brink of copse.

    “Rosa, I myself don’t know whether I hate or still love him. When he died, I mourned more deeply than anyone. No one loved him as I did not even Aire. Had I been his mate, I’d have died with him. Did Aireb?/bb” /b

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    Her wolf ears shuddered painfully with each howl–like word.

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    Rosa, heart–rendingly aware of her pain, embraced her. Hervender pheromones gentled, “Let go bof /bbthe /bpast, Madison. Whether hate or love, it’s time to move on.”

    Madison gently broke free, wiped her tears, and her ebony pheromones hardened anew.

    Her eyes zed with stubborn resolve. “In this life, grant me one reckless act, consequences be damned. Cease your persuasion. My mind is made up.”

    Her wolf ws left deep bloodied grooves in her palm.

    Rosa relented. “I’ll call the family doctor for a check–up. If you’re set on having a child, your health mu be prioritized.”

    “Do it,” Madison waved her off, closing her eyes once more.

    She suffered from insomnia, leaving her prone to daytime drowsiness.

    The pack doctor, well–acquainted with her condition through regr check–ups, was taken aback by her desire to have another child with Hunt.

    Yet, he spoke candidly, “It’s not impossible, but you must adhere strictly to the prescribed medication–no days missed.”

    Madison queried, “At my age, are there risks to childbirth?”

    “Childbirth always carries risks, which you’ve already experienced. Now, they’re heightened. Please weigh your decision carefully,” the doctor advised.

    “Prescribe it,” Madison said indifferently.

    She seemed rather indifferent.

    Before confiding in Rosa about her desire to have a child, the urge had been intense. Yet, once voiced, the importance of the idea seemed to fade, perhaps revealing itself as nothing more than a fleeting impulse.

    She spotted Cassius by chance.

    He rode down North Street in a blue coat, chin slightly lifted, exuding confidence.

    From her carriage, Madison felt blood rush to her head–she thought she saw the dead walk again.

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