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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.

you two talking so weirdly? Life and death stuff–planning to follow each

glance. Adelaide’s cheeks flushed, and she shot Beata a glare.

his coffee cup to hide his

each other to the grave was exactly his wish–they

he proposed to Airella before heading

planned to swiftly resolve the conflict and

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

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

like a bucket of ice water doused from head to toe, chilling

couldn’t fathom why Airella had reneged on

she unaware

as a father figure, determined to fulfill

But why?

bright girl becoming another wolf’s

pressed on, allowing

to let go, to wish her happiness

difficult, but he knew her

on the southern border, his emotions were

drop subtle hints about her mate, and her evasions spoke

at the implication

she’d dissolved the mating

name burned in his memory–the man wasn’t fit to have

thought of her suffering

selfish joy crept in. Of course, he hid it well,

mask his feelings, reminding himself not to let a hint of personal

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