Third Person's POV
"Alpha Ulrik, you should budget better for your wedding—need a loan?" Adelaide's taunt followed him.
Ulrik's boots paused on the marble, then quickened.
He'd rather video-call Velda about cost-cutting than face her mocking silver-blue gaze.
Beata emerged from the kitchen. "If Alpha Ulrik really asks for money, would you lend it?"
Adelaide, massaging her aching jaw, replied, "Of course—at Wall Street rates. Due in full, with interest."
"What if he doesn't repay?"
"Then daily debt collectors it is. Bloodmoon isn't going anywhere."
She glanced toward the kitchen, where blueberry pancake aroma wafted. "But he'll likely convince Velda to simplify the ceremony. 'Bloodclaw Medalist's modest wedding' sounds like good PR."
Adelaide suddenly eyed the glass jar on the coun
