The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

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.

of relief for her son’s impending

and Ironclaw Packs were

such ceremony, yet his feelings were entirely

overjoyed, considering her a

to deploy on the wedding

vows were sincere then, but he ultimately missed his

Velda was different. He believed

suggestion to withhold half of Adelaide’s assets

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optimism for the future.

mating with Gloria was arranged by Lycan

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met Gloria only once. She was more beautiful than Velda

for Gloria.

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

brother Tad as the Royal Army commander, the ceremony

day as Lance and Adelaide’s was a headache. Guests trying to please both

all due to Tad’s influence, not Ulrik’s standing, which filled him with

mood. If she caused a scene on the ceremony day, it

open the door, Ulrik’s cedar pheromones swirled

in a wolf–head–crested 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 her neck oozed silver–blue

his cedar pheromones carried an apologetic