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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.

talking so weirdly? Life

a glance. Adelaide’s cheeks flushed, and she shot Beata a glare. “Don’t

cup

following each other to the grave was exactly his wish–they

cherished when he proposed to Airella before heading to

swiftly resolve the conflict and return to mate with the

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securing victory after victory, eager to expel

cities, news from the capital shattered him–Adelaide had mated

bucket of ice water doused from

why Airella had

she unaware

a father figure,

But why?

becoming another wolf’s mate caused him agonizing

on, allowing little time

he persuaded himself to let go, to wish her happiness

difficult, but he knew her joy mattered

the southern

her mate, and her

at the

discovered she’d dissolved the mating bond- the man didn’t

in his memory–the man wasn’t fit

at the thought of her suffering such

after his anger subsided, an selfish joy crept in. Of course, he hid it well, ensuring no one detected

had to constantly mask his feelings, reminding himself not to let a hint of personal emotion slip into

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