Chapter 151
151 The Banquet Trap
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When Alpha Henry had been absent for a long time and rumors were flying everywhere, the Miguel family suddenly held a banquet, announcing they would adopt Aubrey as their foster daughter and grant her the same inheritance rights as an alpha.
The moment this news broke, it sent shockwaves through the Shadowmoon Pack and across the entire continent like a massive boulder plunging into a still lake.
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An omega fiancée becoming a sister? What could that possibly mean?
Werewolves were fiercely sensitive about bloodlines, inheritance, and strength. Many came to the Mary family to inquire, but Jax shut his doors to everyone. Even he didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worried.
The alpha leaders of several neighboring packs, upon hearing the news, made the same decision almost instantly – they would set out for Shadowmoon Pack territory. One look at Alpha Henry would tell them everything about his condition.
After all, the law of werewolves had never changed: survival of the fittest, and strength above all else.
If the Shadowmoon Pack’s alpha was still as formidable as ever, they would bow their heads. But if he showed weakness or the slightest flaw… then the north’s alpha leadership might change hands as soon as tomorrow night.
Meanwhile, Ulrich had also received the news.
His werewolf guard, looking shaken, asked, “Alpha, Henry can still attend a banquet at a time like this? Could it be he didn’t catch the virus?”
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Another guard added, “Exactly. If Henry had really been infected, then upon hearing we were coming, he would have sent warriors to intercept us. But the whole way here, no one stopped us…
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“Alpha, maybe we should turn back and take our time planning this,” the first guard went on, sounding increasingly convinced by his own reasoning. “Besides, our secret development of the Krigit virus is nearly complete. We don’t need to take this risk…”
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“No!” Ulrich’s expression darkened, his eyes full of deep hatred. “Whether that bastard Henry is fine or not, I need to see it with my own eyes!” And that omega who ruined his plans he would rip her apart with his own hands.
This time, he had specially arranged to present the alpha king with a pain–relieving potion in exchange for the royal family’s permission to visit Alpha Henry. It was nothing but a chance to kill him. Henry had to be infected with the virus otherwise, why would he have disappeared for an entire month? It was far too suspicious.
The next day, at six in the evening, Shadowmoon Pack.
Before the banquet began, Aubrey was giving Alpha Henry a final check–up and administering an injection.
Tonight, Alpha Henry had to show himself at least once. Otherwise, the outside rumors would only grow wilder. But…
“Even though the booster can temporarily suppress your symptoms and make you look fine, you still have to avoid using your alpha strength as much as possible. Your body can’t handle the strain,” Aubrey warned quietly after finishing the injection.
“Alright,” Alpha Henry replied with a faint smile.
His attitude was a little too nonchalant, and Aubrey’s brow furrowed. She was about to say more when he pushed her into the adjoining room. “Enough, time’s running out. You’d better get changed.”
Inside, a brand–new dark blue gown was hanging up.
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She had already chosen one before everyone thought it looked good — but in the end, Alpha Henry vetoed it. She didn’t know where he had gotten this one, but it was made to her measurements and far more exquisite than the one she had picked.
When the gown was spread open, it turned out to be a starry night dress.
The dark blue gradient fabric was studded with diamond stars. As the cloth shifted slightly, it reflected countless cold, dazzling rays of light. She could already imagine it
once she wore it, she would be the most unmissable presence at the banquet, like the moon surrounded by stars.
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“Let me help you.” Alpha Henry stepped forward and pulled the zipper up for her.
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In the full–length mirror, he stood behind her, a head taller, yet they looked unexpectedly harmonious almost like a matched pair.
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Her pale shoulder blades disappeared inch by inch beneath his fingertips. When the zipper was all the way up, he didn’t step back. Instead, he took something from nearby, slipped his arms around her waist, rested his head lightly on her shoulder, and slid it onto her finger.
Looking down, Aubrey saw it was the wolf fang ring she had once smashed.
It had been repaired, though a fine crack remained – one that you wouldn’t notice without looking closely.
“Isn’t this a Luna’s ring? It’s not right for me to wear it.” Aubrey reached up to take it off. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Fɪndηovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access s of novels early and in the highest quality.