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Chapter 203

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide’s voice carried a rare, lingering resentment, “I’ve heard those exact words once before. We all know how that ended.”

She wasn’t sure why she said it–it was such a downer.

She wasn’t one to be so sentimental, yet lately, around him, she felt unusually fragile, like a tearful little girl.

Lance looked at her steadily. “Don’t compare me to him. For me, there’s death, but no rejection–not ever. And abandonment? Impossible. My promises weigh more than gold. If you don’t believe me, I’ll spend my whole life proving it.”

Her eyes widened at his mention of “death.”

He met her gaze, unflinching. “I could die first, you know. Then you won’t have to take care of an old, injured man in your later years.”

Adelaide snorted a laugh. She couldn’t picture him old.

Probably like the old Lycan King? Though even he wasn’t that ancient when he passed.

She sniffed, feeling uncharacteristically emotional. “I’ll remember every word you said. If you break today’s promises, I won’t let you off the hook.”

He mock–gasped. “So you do want me to die first and return to the Moon Goddess’s arms before you?”

Adelaide pondered. “How about we go together?”

He thought for a moment. “Deal.”

Beata, eavesdropping, was initially touched but gradually unnerved by their conversation’s turn.

weirdly? Life and death stuff–planning to follow each other to the

cheeks

lifted his coffee cup to hide his

each other to the grave was exactly his wish–they were mates, after all,

same wish he’d cherished when he proposed to Airella before

conflict and return to mate with

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fiercely on the battlefield, securing victory after victory, eager to expel the enemy from

cities, news from the capital

like a bucket of ice water doused from

why Airella had reneged on

she unaware of his

a father figure, determined

But why?

bright girl becoming another wolf’s mate caused him

war pressed on, allowing

persuaded himself to let go, to wish her happiness now that

knew her joy

on the southern border, his emotions were a

hints about her mate,

the implication that Ulrik might mistreat

she’d dissolved the mating

memory–the man

the thought

in. Of course, he hid it well, ensuring no one detected his secret

their days fighting side by side on the border, he had to constantly mask his feelings, reminding himself not to let a hint of personal emotion slip into

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