Chapter 242

Third Person’s POV

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“Susan,” Priscilla suddenly stopped and asked, “Do you think it’s possible that Alpha Lance truly favors Adelaide?”

She’d long harbored suspicions, especially given the ceremony’s grandeur–hardly the casual affair he’d described.

He talked like it was all just talk. But every process was handled with top–notch care. The villa was being decked out in pure luxury.

“If it’s true, that’s wonderful,” Susan replied. “At least Alpha Lance has found someone he loves.”

Priscilla shook her head, her brows creasing with worry. “No, that complicates things. If she’s the one he loves, he’d shield her in everything. How am I to assert my authority then?”

Susan placated her, “We’re just speculating. Don’t overthink it. If Adelaide were his true love, how could he have stood by and watched her mate with Ulrik?”

Priscilla saw her point.

Lance was far away on the battlefield back then. Even if he’d wanted to prevent Adelaide and Ulrik’s mating bond, it was impossible.

The distance between the front and the capital was vast. Even if Adelaide had given birth, Lance might not have known in time.

Moreover, focused on winning the war and believing Airella had consented to his and Adelaide’s mating bond, he was determined to return victorious.

Unaware of these details, Priscilla still viewed Adelaide as a blemish on her plans.

her son’s impending marriage and dissatisfaction with

Packs were busy preparing for the next

his

her a moonstone–like treasure and

on the wedding day, seeing Adelaide in

but he

Velda was different. He believed he’d found a

to withhold half of Adelaide’s assets made him uneasy, it

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optimism for the future.

was arranged by Lycan

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Gloria only once. She was more beautiful than

for Gloria. Her presence

still, the previous mating ceremony had drained the Bloodmoon Pack’s resources. Even the million dollars from

Pack was wealthy, and with Gloria’s brother Tad as the Royal Army commander,

Adelaide’s was a headache. Guests trying to please both sides would have

Tad’s influence, not Ulrik’s standing, which filled

he had to deal with Velda’s mood. If she caused a

Ulrik’s cedar pheromones swirled into fog

armchair, her mint pheromones tinged with the coppery stench of blood. It mirrored the night he’d told Adelaide he’d mate with someone else—except now, the unhealed mark on

cedar pheromones

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