Third Person's POV
Ulrik's Adams' apple moved, a metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.
"Mother," he finally spoke, his voice rough like sandpaper, "stop it."
He deeply regretted using his two battle honors—enough to secure his promotion to a royal general—for Velda, only to be dragged down by her.
He feared no such opportunities would come again, and if they did, they'd be trivial, like culling rogues.
His future was ruined by a moment of infatuation.
Now, he just wanted the Bloodmoon Pack to stay quiet, vanish from everyone's sight for three to five years until they were forgotten.
Hence his strict order—no one was to contact Adelaide.
Their mate bond was severed. No contact was best.
Rosemary, however, couldn't accept that her exceptional son chose Velda over Adelaide.
Ade
