Chapter 446

Chapter 446

Third Person’s POV

“What about your mating plans? Haven’t you given them

a thought?” Adelaide asked.

Paisley lazily replied, “Nope. Either they’re too good for me and I can’t stand them, or they’re too poor to match up. It’s a no–win situation. Why tie the knot? Staying single suits me fine—I can go where I want, do what I please.”

Adelaide knew Paisley’s free–spirited nature all too well.

She was used to absolute freedom. Trapping her in a household would be positively cruel.

Ssider ordinary families for marital

The Stephens family, a prominent clan, would naturally no

alliances.

Yet, if Paisley were to align with another powerful werewolf pack’s Alpha family, the ensuing complex social dynamics would be nothing short of a headache.

Paisley said, “Several she–wolves in our Stephens family remain unmated. Wealth allows such luxuries. As for me, you know I’m in charge of the Crimson Flame Pack. Managing a pack is far more fulfilling than mating, don’t you think?”

Adelaide looked at her carefree expression and recalled her own past.

Once upon a time, she had been just like Paisley. They used to discuss mates and mating ceremonies, even joking about never getting mated.

Now, while Paisley remained resolute in her singledom, Adelaide had already undergone two mating ceremonies.

conversations filled Paisley’s mind, and her

eyes, “You’re so hypocritical. We

pheromones rippled with a

have the guts,

immediately deflated, the red fur on her ears

with Lance’s iron–rust Alpha aura was overwhelming. Even when restrained, it felt like an invisible wolf’s claw pressing/against her throat, instinctively silencing

Paisley admired Adelaide’s fearlessness.

Lance’s aura. When facing him, her silver–blue wolf eyes never

sharpness he displayed

Chapter 446

steady, akin to a wolf pack’s migration, unimpeded by

modified vehicle, the faint scent of medical gel

honeysuckle pheromones enveloped him like soft down, and

no longer suffered from motion sickness, and the burning pain of Marsh’s wounds eased under the soothing effects

others radiated an eager restlessness, their longing to

had sent word ahead to the capital via courier stations. He anticipated a grand welcome ceremony, especially since the Department of Culture would

all, the minister’s own sons were part of

stop, letters carrying their pheromones

stay at the Frostbite Town station, had lightened

their cheeks a reddish–black, and the new wolf

shoulder and back muscles were more defined in the sunlight, like a wolf poised for action, yet the softness in his

of past pànic. No longer did they have to furtively pass – messages; thus,

refined, their lean bodies more muscular, and

past lifted, they indeed

their “wolf eyes, bright as diamonds in the sun, noses high and sharp,

faces. Only their hands on the

Lance’s face look like

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