Chapter 302

Chapter 302

Third Person’s POV

Lance’s heart ached.

She smiled when happy, but hid her tears when sad, showing him only a calm facade.

Adelaide had never declared her love. The only time she mentioned it to Cedric, it sounded like a child’s lullaby.

Yet he chose to believe it, clinging to it for comfort.

Lance harbored some resentment toward Erasmus.

Returning from the southern border, he’d hoped to court Adelaide properly before proposing. But Erasmus’s words turned his plans into a rushed wedding.

Fortunately, Adelaide knew his proposal had been sincere.

Adelaide slept fitfully until dawn.

With Priscilla staying at the palace, she wasn’t expected to pay morning calls.

But soon, New Year fireworks woke her.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, she got up and dressed.

Beata entered to help with her hair, mentioning, “Alpha Lance left early for the packhouse to receive military officials.”

“Did their mates come too?” Adelaide asked.

As the Blackthorn Pack’s Luna, she needed to entertain guests‘ mates.

“No mates. They’re all military personnel,” Beata replied.

“Is Paisley up yet?”

some blush on. I don’t want

see them, just decline,” Paisley said, walking

Luna sleeps so late? Only Alpha Lance would pamper you

box

it with her toe, kicked it back, and said, “So rude

box and handed it to Beata

for a moment. I

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“Just say it, Paisley. No need to be

She left, chuckling.

own reflection. She knew she couldn’t match Adelaide’s beauty and felt a twinge

she said, “Wendy sent word. Grandfather refused my mating with Germain. Instead, my cousin Mona agreed to it. She begged outside his door all night,

frowned. “Does Mona know

Wendy told her everything,”

why agree?” Adelaide

Paisley despised foolishness.

thought Mona ambitious, but

Wendy

accessory.

fool clinging

women thinking that way. But the Stephens family is a prominent southern clan, centuries–old and ever prosperous. Why should your she–wolves attach themselves to other powerful packs? Wouldn’t it be better to choose a smaller

why I call her stupid,” Paisley said, fastening

the capital this morning. Who knows what kind of funeral

surveilling him?”

course,” Paisley pinched

You haven’t laughed these past few days. If I had descendants,

even have a mate,

find, but two–legged men aren’t,” Paisley quipped, though

anyone.

desire to mate with

in her mate, but royal

deemed no

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