Chapter 21 Silvermoon’s Little Princess.
Laurence’s POV:
Although the Silvermoon has split into eight separate tribes, and those eight little rascals have become the alphas of their respective tribes, our bond remains unchanged.
The former Silvermoon Tribe’s land still serves as their home, and the eight tribes remain united under the name of the Silvermoon Alliance.
Those eight rascals even came sneaking around earlier, trying to take Susan to their own. tribes.
I refused outright!
I don’t know what kind of ritual Jenny used to make Susan the fated mate of all eight of her uncles, but since it has already become an unchangeable fact, there’s no point dwelling on it.
However, Susan is still underage. Only when she comes of age will I allow her to decide whether she wants to live in another tribe.
Until then? No way!
The plane landed in Silvermoon territory, and the car soon arrived at the alpha’s manor.
The manor was situated in the scenic lake district at the heart of the territory, surrounded by lush mountains and tranquility.
Susan had never left the Grayclaw territóry since birth. Now, as she looked at the manor before her, shock appeared on her small face.
Seeing her expression, I felt both pride and a tinge of sorrow.
Two rows of servants stood at either side of the manor, their faces beaming with smiles. “Welcome home, Miss!”
Ivan and I walked ahead, speaking in low voices.
“From now on, Susan will be the little princess of the Silvermoon. She must take the Silvermoon surname.”
Ivan nodded. “Yeah.”
“And one more thing–inform the media. Announce to the world that the little princess of the Silvermoon Alliance has returned!”
The Grayclaw Tribe is completely finished!
As soon as those Silvermoon beasts left, the Alpha Council’s enforcers showed up and ordered us to vacate the Grayclaw estate immediately!
But this isn’t right!
We had already bribed a council member to secure our claim to this house. How dare they kick us out now?!
We tried to argue, but it was useless. The enforcers were ruthless. We would never have backed down if Frank hadn’t recently sustained an injury.
But we had no choice. In the end, we had to take the wounded Frank back to his father’s old countryside home.
I carried a bowl of egg soup into the dilapidated wooden hut.
Once a proud and powerful Alpha, Frank now lay on a straw–covered wooden bed like a dying old dog.
That Silvermoon beast had coated their claws with silver poison, preventing his wounds from healing even now.
But the worst part was Frank’s manhood. It had crumbled into a useless, pulpy mess.
Even removing the silver poison wouldn’t save it.
I held the bowl of egg soup, my hands trembling slightly, my heartbeat quickening.
I had added a spoonful of wolfbane extract to the soup–something I had secretly gathered from the mountains.
Frank was nothing but a useless cripple now. As long as he died, I could leave him and find a new place to seek shelter.
“Frank, drink some soup,” I murmured softly, feigning tenderness and care, though deep inside, I wished he would just drink it already.
Frank glanced at the thin, watery soup, and his expression immediately darkened. With a sudden slap, he knocked the bowl aside. “What the hell is this?! You expect me to drink this garbage?!”
His voice was hoarse, and the effort of shouting tugged at his wounds, making him grimace in pain.
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Chapter 21 Silvermoon’s Little Princess
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Look at you, pathetic waste. You can’t even afford a decent meal anymore, and yet you still act like you’re above it all?
“Cynthia, why are you still standing there?! Get in the kitchen and cook! You want us all to starve?!” Tamara’s voice screeched from the living room, sharp and grating like a clucking
hen.
I clenched my teeth, disgust surging within me.
That old bag really thinks I’m some kind of free maid, doesn’t she?
