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    Third Person’s POV

    Alpha Bentley shaped Madison’s life forever.

    But who could she me?

    Love needs two hearts. Besides, the old Lycan King forbade their mating.

    Rosa thought Madison never truly wanted a son she just fixated on Cassius, Alpha Bentley’s double. Madison couldn’t have Alpha Bentley, so she’s deluding herself with this scheme.

    Ever since the Frostfang Pack’s downfall and Aire’s death, Madison’s heart grew restless.

    With her greatest love and hate both gone, life felt tasteless.

    After the wolf guard captain left, Rosa entered and softly asked, “Are you sure about this? You know he’s not Alpha Bentley.”

    “Of course he’s not,” Madison said, wrapping herself in a cloak.

    Her eyes dimmed. “Sometimes I wonder what’s the point. Even if I seed, my father won’t see it, nor will ihe/i.”

    Rosa stayed silent, daring not to probe or persuade.

    Madisonughed bitterly. “So I thought, why not have a son, a Davidson son, to spite him. How perfect.”

    “You’re just impulsive,” Rosa whispered.

    Madison’s gaze turned cold. “Maybe. But I can’t think of another way to be happy. This is all I truly want now. Everything else is just running in circles for others.”

    A car left the city for Jefferson.

    Cassius was off to check on a factory issue. Though minor, his father insisted he go.

    He’d lived in Jefferson City, but with his pregnant wife, he sent her to the capital to deliver.

    He nned to wrap up affairs in Jefferson City and hand them over to his manager.

    Back in the capital, he nned to branch out into other businesses.

    Already a father at twenty, he had two sons and hoped for a daughter.

    His family had few breeders, and he had none. He and his mate were deeply in love, traveling together for business.

    Now, as their focus shifted to the capital, their family of four–soon to be five–would stay there.

    He hadn’t visited Adide but had seen Cedric at his academy, thanks to his teacher’s position.

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    His teacher now being a college lecturer, he visited the campus with ease.

    He avoided the ckthorn Pack because his business wasn’t fully stable.

    His great–grandfather advised against visiting until his business was secure, to avoid ruthors that the ckthorn Pack was aiding the Davidson family.

    His great–grandfather had said that a meritorious official should avoid excessive interactions with businessmen or powerful officials, even if they were rtives.

    If someone was determined to find an excuse, they would always discover a reason. So, it was better to avoid such situations entirely; engaging in them could inadvertently cause harm.

    His great–grandfather had a clear insight. Whenever family members ventured into business, they sought and heeded his counsel.

    He advised that when allies were at their peak, a respectful distance should be maintained. Conversely. when they faced adversity, steadfast support should be offered.

    A true family wasn’t defined by shared prosperity or collective decline, but by mutualplementarity and assistance. Each member’s unique strengths ensured contributions to the whole, especially in times of critical need.

    As the car left the city, dust swirled.

    In a deste spot, the door flew open. Cassius and his omega gasped, “Who are you?”

    Two thuds followed. The driver changed, but the car rolled on.

    Inside the car, Cassius was reced by the original driver, and the omega beside him also ifell /iunconscious.

    Back at Madison’s mansion, the wolf guard captain reported, “Madison, we’ve brought him back. Shall we put him in the basement?”

    “No,” Madison said after a pause. “Take him to the Osmanthus Vi.”

    “Yes, ma’am.”

    “Administer a muscle rxant.”

    “Yes, he’s still out.”

    “Settle him in, send someone to tend to him. I’ll checkter.”

    The captain left.

    Madison sat, reciting, “May the Moon Goddess keep Alpha Bentley and Aire apart forever…”

    She’d been journaling, repeating two lines, “Moon Goddess, do you know the agony of unrequited love? The despair of loving and hating helpless?”

    She kept writing, repeatedly penning these two sentences as if the mere act of writing them down could somehow yield the answers she sought.

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    wedb, /bzu bAVY /b

    She filled the page, then stared nkly before crumpling it into the floor.

    Lately, her rage and boredom stemmed from a deeper void.

    Her heart felt hollow yet suffocating, like a tightly wrapped cocoon.

    She struggled, but the more she writhed, the tighter it bound her, until she could barely breathe.

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