A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 258

Chapter 258

Third Person’s POV

Their faces were so close, almost able to hear each other breathing.

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“You and I will be together forever,” he whispered, his mind now clear–just intoxicated by emotion.

The mark on Adelaide’s nape suddenly burned.

As she tilted her head back to drink, her wolf eyes reflected Lance’s enlarged pupils, the fine vertical lines quivering slightly with her swallowing motions.

Setting down the glass, they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“I was going to tell you something–”

Adelaide interrupted, “Let me ask– before you went to the southern border, did you ask my mother to mate with me?”

Her wolf claws subtly extended beneath her sleeves, yet retracted swiftly upon touching the calluses on his palm.

Lance’s pheromones intensified, the cedar scent mingled with a rust–like aroma from the war.

He was stunned. “You know about that?”

“Ivy just told me,” she replied.

She bit her red lip, then lifted her head, her lashes trembling like cicada wings, “So the special someone you mentioned before was already mated–the one you wanted was me?”

He nodded slightly, “It’s you, always has been, and only you.”

Everything clicked for Adelaide.

pheromones suddenly fused explosively–the Alpha of the Frostfang Pack and the royal Lycan bloodline resonating under

bit stuffy. “To mate with me, you gave up your command. Lycan Erasmus knew your feelings, hence the three–month order–if I couldn’t find a mate, I’d enter the royal family as the New Moon

foolish at all. What use is the army’s command compared to you? It would only breed jealousy and trouble. Even without

his ultimatum, I was worried about how to propose. With his order,

a reproachful glance. “And you’re happy about being used? You’re a fool who

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heart, softer than cotton

doesn’t matter. I’ve achieved

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her eyes, but her heart was filled with sweetness–achieving his goal, wasn’t that true for her

the joy of mutual

a little of each kind. “You must

“I did eat. Ivy, worried I’d starve, had them prepare a meat soup for

to get back, but Irene dragged me to chat with other packs‘ Alphas and drank too much

Irene, right?” Adelaide took a bite of roasted broccoli. It was

few pieces, then

received from

quietly, many words

meal post–mating, and they hadn’t found the right way

gracefully, like a noble

eyes filled

before him with the battlefield warrior? They seemed

of his gaze, was lost

before her ceremony

forward for marks? Or

it about not seeming frivolous or

she’d

finding a balance–not

stood first, took her hand