Chapter 132 For Aelira’s Sake (1)
Aelira’s POV
“Um…” Daelor’s brow furrows as he considers her words, his silver–gray eyes filled with thought.
Sensing Daelor’s hesitation in the face of Aunt Betty’s appeal, I become incredibly anxious. My heart hammers with dread at the possibility he might say yes to hiring Maria.
But with Aunt Betty standing right beside me, I can’t make my feelings obvious without drawing suspicion. All I can do is stare at Daelor, while my wolf whines in silent distress inside me.
Daelor catches my gaze, his Alpha instincts registering my unease. When our eyes meet, I quickly shoot him a desperate wink.
A subtle smile flickers across Daelor’s lips, then disappears as quickly as it came.
“I’m sorry, but that simply isn’t possible,” he replies firmly.
Aunt Betty’s frown deepens, her anxiety plain on her features. I can smell her wolf’s agitation as she realizes the truth. She had believed Maria’s job was a certainty. That confidence was the reason she chose to settle in the Northern Territory for good.
Now that Maria’s entire career plan has unraveled, how could Aunt Betty not be distraught?
Desperately searching for another solution, Aunt Betty tries a different tactic, her voice tight with urgency.
“Then, Alpha Daelor, with all your contacts here in the Northern Territory, surely you could help Maria find work elsewhere?”
Her hands come together in a pleading gesture.
Daelor inclines his head politely, his commanding Alpha aura exuding a serene dominance.
“That’s definitely a possibility.
Aunt Betty’s anxious look instantly shifts to one of sheer happiness.
“I’m so grateful, Alpha Daeler! Honestly, we’re just causing you so much trouble…”
But before she can finish expressing her thanks, Daelor interrupts gently.
His expression is kind, though his words carry a deeper implication. There’s no need to thank me in particular. I’m only doing this for Aelira’s sake.”
His pale gray eyes
eyes rest on me, filled with unmistakable fondness.
“If you wish to offer gratitude, direct it toward her instead.”
Aunt Betty gives an uneasy smile, clearly surprised, but she regains her balance quickly.
“Of course, I’ll thank bath of you. Anyway, you two should keep talking. I need to see if there’s anything left to pack.”
With that, Aunt Betty turns away and throws herself into sorting the remaining items.
Daelor leans in closer, his voice lowering to a captivating murmur. The scent of cedar, unique to him, makes my wolf restless beneath my skin.
“In–such a rush to leave? Is this all just to stay away from me?” he asks, amusement lighting his tone.
I scan the room, relieved that Aunt Betty and Oriana are preoccupied with their own packing. No one is eavesdropping on
So? Did I hit the mark?” Daelor laughs quietly, the humor in his Alpha voice clear.
“No, absolutely not,” I respond weakly.
Maybe because Daclor is speaking so near, that faint cedar aroma keeps drifting into my sensitive wolf nose. His nearness only heightens my discomfort.
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Without thinking, I take a slight step back.
“It’s because something urgent came up for me, and I really must move out right away.”
Daelor’s sharp gaze sweeps over the disordered apartment.
“Is it your aunt’s family circumstances?” he asks, his Alpha intuition clear.
I hesitate briefly, then nod in agreement.
“Yes, that’s exactly it.”
“That’s wise. Making a clean break is always the most effective solution, Daelor remarks approvingly.
I can’t help but admire his sharp mind. With his Alpha perception, he immediately grasps my intentions.
He then abruptly changes the subject. “By the way, have you checked today’s territory news networks?”
I shake my head, curiosity building. “No, did something happen?”
Suddenly, the answer dawns on me. I hurriedly retrieve my phone.
The Pack’s Scandalous Luna
Chapter 133 For Aelira’s Sake (2)
“Is this about the Cyrinne Wynthor scandal?” I ask, almost out of breath.
015
Even as I speak, I’m already opening the main werewolf social app. As soon as I log in, I notice both unread notifications and new followers maxed out at 999+.
The top trending hashtag flashes across my screen: #Cyrinne Wynthor# (HOT)
Just that one name has sparked an enormous online frenzy? I immediately tap the trending topic.
The first post comes from a leading influencer in the werewolf territory: #What kind of scandal could blow up like this?#
Attached below is an image showing utter bafflement.
The comments section is a chaotic mix, but overall, nobody seems to know the exact details. Yet, a sense of intuition about the scandal’s nature seems widespread.
“What’s actually happening?” look up at Daelor, confused.
Daelor’s lips curve into a sly, satisfied grin, his Alpha delight unmistakable:
“I had my people release carefully curated details about Cyrinne Wynthor. That includes the prenatal paternity test report we talked about”
There’s a note of calculated satisfaction in his voice.
The information that has been made public includes both confirmed facts and deliberately crafted lies. When it comes to figuring out what’s real and what’s invented, the werewolves are bound to form their own opinions.
A look of sincere admiration crosses my face, genuinely awed by Daelor’s mastery of manipulating the media.
Gossip that spreads successfully typically blends reality with well–placed deceptions. If every detail rings true, skeptics refuse to accept it. If every part is a lie, no one is interested enough to pass it on.
It’s only when partial truths are skillfully woven together that people become motivated to uncover the full story themselves.
Daelor moves in, bringing his Alpha presence so close that his commanding scent overwhelms my senses. He murmurs in a tone meant for just the two of us.
“Besides, I’ve already forwarded authenticated copies of Cyrinne Wynthor’s genuine paternity results to all the leading. sponsors currently holding contracts under her name.”
There’s a dark pleasure in his words.
“At this moment, Cyrinne Wynthor’s main concern is probably figuring out the massive penalties for breaching all those lucrative endorsement deals.”
I can’t resist letting a pleased smile form on my lips. Just as I prepare to reply, a loud crash of breaking glass rings out from the floor.
My head turns automatically toward the source, catching sight of Maria frozen by the kitchen. At her feet, a glass tumbler lies shattered in pieces.
“Maria! Did you hurt yourself?” Aunt Betty, alarmed by the noise, hurries over.
Her protective wolf instincts surface instantly, full of worry.
“Did any of the glass cut you? Let me check for wounds!”
Maria’s face darkens with annoyance as she deliberately glances toward us before responding tersely.
“I’m alright. It just slipped because I wasn’t holding it firmly.”
“Don’t fret over it,” Aunt Betty quickly reassures her.
“Go back and rest in your room. I’ll make sure to pick up every shard so no one gets hurt.”
Chapter 133 For Aelia’s Sake (2)
Yet Maria stays where she is, obstinately unmoving. Suddenly, she fixes her eyes on me with a calculating look.
“Aelira needs to be extra careful walking around. She’s pregnant, after all. It would be a real disaster if she stepped on glass and took a fall!”
Menu
She puts special emphasis on the word ‘pregnant,‘ projecting her voice as if to make sure the news is impossible to miss. Her wolf aura gives away her underlying motive,
Thave to suppress a quiet laugh, realizing how transparent she is–her scheming thoughts are written across her face.
She is clearly reminding Daelor about my pregnancy.
Aunt Betty, oblivious to any hidden meaning, smiles with relief and affectionately taps Maria on the shoulder.
“You sweet girl, you’re always so thoughtful! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the mess right away. There’s no chance I’ll let Aelira get near the broken glass.”
Maria presses her lips together in clear resentment. She shoots a loaded look between Daelor and me, then spins and disappears into her room.
From where’l sit, I watch Aunt Betty, Uncle Rulian, and faithful Oriana all busily tackling the hard work of packing and moving. Meanwhile, Maria keeps herself tucked away, most likely just scrolling on her phone.
This girl is truly the picture of someone hopelessly pampered.
At last, all our scattered items are fully packed. Maybe the moving truck I arranged turns out to be smaller than I anticipated, or maybe we’ve just gathered too many things lately. Either way, one truck alone doesn’t suffice.
Luckily, both Oriana and I have our own cars available, so we decide to distribute some belongings between them carefully. Yet, this practical workaround leaves much less room for passengers during the trip.
Aunt Betty and Uncle Rulian head straight for Oriana’s vehicle, while Maria, with obvious reluctance, joins me in mine, her sour mood instantly evident.
Daelor originally planned to come along and offer support with his Alpha strength, his protective nature shining through. However, I courteously turn down his offer, not wanting to tangle my already complicated family situation further. Whether or not my refusal is the cause, Maria remains deeply sullen as she settles into my car, refusing to utter a single word.
She doesn’t give even the faintest sign of a smile; the displeasure radiating from her wolf is almost tangible in the cramped
space.
I ignore her sulky attitude and quietly turn on some gentle music to fill the heavy silence.
Catching her reflection in the rearview mirror, I notice Maria’s expression becomes even more severe. Her features grow darker with every passing moment.
Her immaturity is almost unbelievable.
Just as I’m about to say something tactful to soften the tension between us, a bicycle suddenly darts recklessly across the busy intersection, right in front of my moving carl
Shocked, I instinctively slam the brakes with all my strength, the only sound being the sharp screech of tires against the
pavement.
Immediately after, I witness the bike crash to the ground with a harsh metallic clatter. Inside, my pregnant wolf releases a howl of utter anguish!
All color drains from my face–this is the end, I’ve hit someone!
Chapter 132 For Aelira’s Sake (1)
Aelira’s POV
“Um…” Daelor’s brow furrows as he considers her words, his silver–gray eyes filled with thought.
Sensing Daelor’s hesitation in the face of Aunt Betty’s appeal, I become incredibly anxious. My heart hammers with dread at the possibility he might say yes to hiring Maria.
But with Aunt Betty standing right beside me, I can’t make my feelings obvious without drawing suspicion. All I can do is stare at Daelor, while my wolf whines in silent distress inside me.
Daelor catches my gaze, his Alpha instincts registering my unease. When our eyes meet, I quickly shoot him a desperate wink.
A subtle smile flickers across Daelor’s lips, then disappears as quickly as it came.
“I’m sorry, but that simply isn’t possible,” he replies firmly.
Aunt Betty’s frown deepens, her anxiety plain on her features. I can smell her wolf’s agitation as she realizes the truth. She had believed Maria’s job was a certainty. That confidence was the reason she chose to settle in the Northern Territory for good.
Now that Maria’s entire career plan has unraveled, how could Aunt Betty not be distraught?
Desperately searching for another solution, Aunt Betty tries a different tactic, her voice tight with urgency.
“Then, Alpha Daelor, with all your contacts here in the Northern Territory, surely you could help Maria find work elsewhere?”
Her hands come together in a pleading gesture.
Daelor inclines his head politely, his commanding Alpha aura exuding a serene dominance.
“That’s definitely a possibility.
Aunt Betty’s anxious look instantly shifts to one of sheer happiness.
“I’m so grateful, Alpha Daeler! Honestly, we’re just causing you so much trouble…”
But before she can finish expressing her thanks, Daelor interrupts gently.
His expression is kind, though his words carry a deeper implication. There’s no need to thank me in particular. I’m only doing this for Aelira’s sake.”
His pale gray eyes
eyes rest on me, filled with unmistakable fondness.
“If you wish to offer gratitude, direct it toward her instead.”
Aunt Betty gives an uneasy smile, clearly surprised, but she regains her balance quickly.
“Of course, I’ll thank bath of you. Anyway, you two should keep talking. I need to see if there’s anything left to pack.”
With that, Aunt Betty turns away and throws herself into sorting the remaining items.
Daelor leans in closer, his voice lowering to a captivating murmur. The scent of cedar, unique to him, makes my wolf restless beneath my skin.
“In–such a rush to leave? Is this all just to stay away from me?” he asks, amusement lighting his tone.
I scan the room, relieved that Aunt Betty and Oriana are preoccupied with their own packing. No one is eavesdropping on
So? Did I hit the mark?” Daelor laughs quietly, the humor in his Alpha voice clear.
“No, absolutely not,” I respond weakly.
Maybe because Daclor is speaking so near, that faint cedar aroma keeps drifting into my sensitive wolf nose. His nearness only heightens my discomfort.
12:21
< Chapter 132 For Aelita’s Sake (1)
Without thinking, I take a slight step back.
“It’s because something urgent came up for me, and I really must move out right away.”
Daelor’s sharp gaze sweeps over the disordered apartment.
“Is it your aunt’s family circumstances?” he asks, his Alpha intuition clear.
I hesitate briefly, then nod in agreement.
“Yes, that’s exactly it.”
“That’s wise. Making a clean break is always the most effective solution, Daelor remarks approvingly.
I can’t help but admire his sharp mind. With his Alpha perception, he immediately grasps my intentions.
He then abruptly changes the subject. “By the way, have you checked today’s territory news networks?”
I shake my head, curiosity building. “No, did something happen?”
Suddenly, the answer dawns on me. I hurriedly retrieve my phone.
The Pack’s Scandalous Luna
Chapter 133 For Aelira’s Sake (2)
“Is this about the Cyrinne Wynthor scandal?” I ask, almost out of breath.
015
Even as I speak, I’m already opening the main werewolf social app. As soon as I log in, I notice both unread notifications and new followers maxed out at 999+.
The top trending hashtag flashes across my screen: #Cyrinne Wynthor# (HOT)
Just that one name has sparked an enormous online frenzy? I immediately tap the trending topic.
The first post comes from a leading influencer in the werewolf territory: #What kind of scandal could blow up like this?#
Attached below is an image showing utter bafflement.
The comments section is a chaotic mix, but overall, nobody seems to know the exact details. Yet, a sense of intuition about the scandal’s nature seems widespread.
“What’s actually happening?” look up at Daelor, confused.
Daelor’s lips curve into a sly, satisfied grin, his Alpha delight unmistakable:
“I had my people release carefully curated details about Cyrinne Wynthor. That includes the prenatal paternity test report we talked about”
There’s a note of calculated satisfaction in his voice.
The information that has been made public includes both confirmed facts and deliberately crafted lies. When it comes to figuring out what’s real and what’s invented, the werewolves are bound to form their own opinions.
A look of sincere admiration crosses my face, genuinely awed by Daelor’s mastery of manipulating the media.
Gossip that spreads successfully typically blends reality with well–placed deceptions. If every detail rings true, skeptics refuse to accept it. If every part is a lie, no one is interested enough to pass it on.
It’s only when partial truths are skillfully woven together that people become motivated to uncover the full story themselves.
Daelor moves in, bringing his Alpha presence so close that his commanding scent overwhelms my senses. He murmurs in a tone meant for just the two of us.
“Besides, I’ve already forwarded authenticated copies of Cyrinne Wynthor’s genuine paternity results to all the leading. sponsors currently holding contracts under her name.”
There’s a dark pleasure in his words.
“At this moment, Cyrinne Wynthor’s main concern is probably figuring out the massive penalties for breaching all those lucrative endorsement deals.”
I can’t resist letting a pleased smile form on my lips. Just as I prepare to reply, a loud crash of breaking glass rings out from the floor.
My head turns automatically toward the source, catching sight of Maria frozen by the kitchen. At her feet, a glass tumbler lies shattered in pieces.
“Maria! Did you hurt yourself?” Aunt Betty, alarmed by the noise, hurries over.
Her protective wolf instincts surface instantly, full of worry.
“Did any of the glass cut you? Let me check for wounds!”
Maria’s face darkens with annoyance as she deliberately glances toward us before responding tersely.
“I’m alright. It just slipped because I wasn’t holding it firmly.”
“Don’t fret over it,” Aunt Betty quickly reassures her.
“Go back and rest in your room. I’ll make sure to pick up every shard so no one gets hurt.”
Chapter 133 For Aelia’s Sake (2)
Yet Maria stays where she is, obstinately unmoving. Suddenly, she fixes her eyes on me with a calculating look.
“Aelira needs to be extra careful walking around. She’s pregnant, after all. It would be a real disaster if she stepped on glass and took a fall!”
Menu
She puts special emphasis on the word ‘pregnant,‘ projecting her voice as if to make sure the news is impossible to miss. Her wolf aura gives away her underlying motive,
Thave to suppress a quiet laugh, realizing how transparent she is–her scheming thoughts are written across her face.
She is clearly reminding Daelor about my pregnancy.
Aunt Betty, oblivious to any hidden meaning, smiles with relief and affectionately taps Maria on the shoulder.
“You sweet girl, you’re always so thoughtful! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the mess right away. There’s no chance I’ll let Aelira get near the broken glass.”
Maria presses her lips together in clear resentment. She shoots a loaded look between Daelor and me, then spins and disappears into her room.
From where’l sit, I watch Aunt Betty, Uncle Rulian, and faithful Oriana all busily tackling the hard work of packing and moving. Meanwhile, Maria keeps herself tucked away, most likely just scrolling on her phone.
This girl is truly the picture of someone hopelessly pampered.
At last, all our scattered items are fully packed. Maybe the moving truck I arranged turns out to be smaller than I anticipated, or maybe we’ve just gathered too many things lately. Either way, one truck alone doesn’t suffice.
Luckily, both Oriana and I have our own cars available, so we decide to distribute some belongings between them carefully. Yet, this practical workaround leaves much less room for passengers during the trip.
Aunt Betty and Uncle Rulian head straight for Oriana’s vehicle, while Maria, with obvious reluctance, joins me in mine, her sour mood instantly evident.
Daelor originally planned to come along and offer support with his Alpha strength, his protective nature shining through. However, I courteously turn down his offer, not wanting to tangle my already complicated family situation further. Whether or not my refusal is the cause, Maria remains deeply sullen as she settles into my car, refusing to utter a single word.
She doesn’t give even the faintest sign of a smile; the displeasure radiating from her wolf is almost tangible in the cramped
space.
I ignore her sulky attitude and quietly turn on some gentle music to fill the heavy silence.
Catching her reflection in the rearview mirror, I notice Maria’s expression becomes even more severe. Her features grow darker with every passing moment.
Her immaturity is almost unbelievable.
Just as I’m about to say something tactful to soften the tension between us, a bicycle suddenly darts recklessly across the busy intersection, right in front of my moving carl
Shocked, I instinctively slam the brakes with all my strength, the only sound being the sharp screech of tires against the
pavement.
Immediately after, I witness the bike crash to the ground with a harsh metallic clatter. Inside, my pregnant wolf releases a howl of utter anguish!
All color drains from my face–this is the end, I’ve hit someone!
