Ferris remained silent, not speaking.
His silence was acknowledgment.
My chest tightened as if clawed viciously by sharp talons.
Clara laughed awkwardly twice, trying to smooth things over: “That can’t be right. Aurora is a good sister–how could she possibly give me a cheap knockoff?
Don’t be mean.”
She spoke diplomatically, but I still caught a trace of evasion and disdain in the depths of her eyes.
That was the arrogance belonging to high–ranking werewolves and noble bloodlines–their instinctive unwillingness to associate with “low–class bloodlines.”
My heart turned ice–cold.
I was willing to give this expensive scarf because Clara and Ethan had once shown me slight kindness in the Pack.
Three years ago, I came to Silver Moon Pack alone, carrying only a travel bag.
Because I wasn’t pure werewolf enough, with a mother of lowly birth, no one was even willing to publicly acknowledge my
Ferris–my nominal mate, Silver Moon’s current Alpha–had always been indifferent to me.
never borrowed any of his power, finding work at the medical center through my own abilities.
n my first year as just an intern physician, my monthly salary was meager, yet I never used Ferris’s money again.
At the medical center, I was Chief Physician Aurora.
No one knew that I had become one of the foremost great physicians in the werewolf world.
Actually, I had another identity–Moonveil.
bloodline.
During my service in the war zone, I became famous overnight after treating twelve critically injured and dying warriors in one go.
Jecause of my calm demeanor and superb medical skills, and because I always wore a veil to conceal my identity, they gave me the title Moonveil.
ubsequently, multiple powerful combat Packs including Frostbite, Black Mountain, and Green Vine extended olive branches to me, offering high annual alaries and residential privileges, just wanting me to become their Pack’s chief medical advisor-
But I refused them all.
Because I loved Ferris. I was his Luna. I would rather be an inconspicuous physician in a small facility.
As long as I could stay by his side.
Even so, he still arranged for Ashley to steal the position that should have been mine.
However, over these years, through potion improvements and innovative treatment techniques, I had quietly accumulated vast wealth. Eighty percent of the ormulas in Silver Moon Pack’s high–grade potion repository came from my hands.
The potions I now used had auction prices reaching one hundred thousand gold coins per bottle, with supply falling short of demand.
The werewolves around Ferris had always looked down on me–exclusion and cold mockery had long been routine.
They didn’t know that people would fight tooth and nail just to get one of my private consultation appointments.
io affording this scarf was effortless for me. How could I possibly give fake goods?
Moreover, the receipt was at the bottom of the box.
“Give me that,” Ferris suddenly spoke, his tone as commanding as an order. “I’ll supplement another gift for Clara later. You were too impulsive–you shouldn’t give such… things of questionable origin.”
I crossed my arms and laughed coldly, my eyes sharply fixed on him.
“Whatever,” I said coldly.
Clara’s expression stiffened. She looked at me, then at Ferris.
After hesitating a moment, she still took off the scarf and handed it to him.
Ashley suddenly interjected, her tone gentle: “Ferris, don’t blame Miss Windsor. She… she meant well…”
Ferris didn’t respond, maintaining his gloomy expression throughout.
Someone called for games and started making noise. Ashley smiled and walked over, joining the crowd.
I didn’t want to participate in these noble werewolves‘ boring socializing, so I turned and walked to a corner sofa to sit down.
A few seconds later, Ferris also walked over, sitting heavily beside me with suffocating low pressure.
I didn’t look at him, quietly taking out my phone to check messages.
Adrian had just sent me a long string of messages that I hadn’t had time to read.
“If you really don’t have money, use the card I gave you.”
Ferris suddenly spoke, his voice cold and hard: “Send something cheap–that’s better than sending knockoffs.”
My fingertips paused slightly, but I didn’t even lift my head: “If you think it’s fake, then give it back to me.”
He turned to look at me, his eyes suppressing anger.
“Do you think you’re just embarrassing yourself?”
I slowly closed my eyes, then suddenly opened them, turning to stare at him with a cold laugh.
“Ferris Vargan, go ahead, tell me who have I embarrassed?”
