Third Person's POV
Velda clutched her phone tightly, trying her best to straighten her back. "...Do you think I'm the kind of low-ranking wolf who can just be bought with money? You're insulting my loyalty!"
"One hundred million. Now, get lost." Mortimer couldn't be bothered to waste his breath on her. His voice dropped even lower, carrying the heavy, ultimate warning of an Alpha.
"...Deal. It's not even about the money, really. I just genuinely believe that for the sake of the Pack's future reproduction and harmony, you two need some private time as a married couple." Velda didn't even have time to blow Seraphina a kiss before she eagerly clutched her phone and scurried off, seamlessly vanishing into the distant crowd by the dance floor.
"Ugh... Luna, it's really not that I'm a bad fr
