Adelaide's POV
Beata rushed in, her green eyes glistening with tears.
"Your love is your business, but don't bully Luna Adelaide—or flaunt your battle merits!"
"Insolent wretch!" Velda roared, her warrior presence crashing down like a boulder.
"SLAP!"
Ulrik's iron-clad paw struck Beata's face with a c***k. "Is this the Omega you've raised? Defiance?"
I sprinted to Beata's side, catching her as her cheek swelled, flushed unnaturally—Alpha pheromones burning her tender glands.
Turning, I summoned my wolf. My knuckles burst into silver-gray claws.
A howling s***h raked Ulrik's cheek, five shallow trenches flipping flesh open, blood droplets falling like rubies.
"Touch my people again, and feel my claws deeper," I growled, my claws dripping silver-blue blood.
Ulrik staggered back, pu
