The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 247

Third Person’s POV

Gloria was lost in thought when a pack member told her Ulrik had arrived.

She shook off her thoughts, let an omega adjust her dress’s veil, and left the house with them.

At the same time, Adelaide left the Frostfang Pack’s territory.

Both brides set out at nearly the same moment, but the scenes around them and their feelings were completely different.

Adelaide, her face hidden by a veil, couldn’t see clearly and focused on her dress’s hem and heels.

Prunella held her hand–her long, slender fingers gave a reassuring grip.

Adelaide could sense they were beyond the pack’s border and felt the pressure of a crowd.

“Adelaide, it’s time to get in the car. Be good from now on,” Irene said softly beside her.

Her words carried a mother’s bittersweet feelings.

Adelaide was a strong and lovely she–wolf about to mate again.

Irene hadn’t attended her first mating ceremony.

She’d written to Airella, criticizing the Bloodmoon Pack’s reputation and Ulrik’s mediocrity.

She was unhappy he was mating with his student.

But Airella’s reply was that the mating was final.,

as an instructor and not family,

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protest. If the Bloodmoon Pack is trustworthy, send funds later. If not, keep your resources. There’s always

prophetic–there was indeed a second

Adelaide’s parents

things alone instead of seeking help from the

alone, why had she sought help when Klein punished her in

reached før Irene’s hand,

calluses, slender fingers, and neatly trimmed nails. The suit it wore had a golden wolf’s head emblem–reserved for

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ceremonies.

Lance,

took a breath. The

Lance, inexperienced in holding hands, clumsily adjusted

pure joy in

suddenly wavered,

Adelaide’s heartbeat raced.

noticed Lance’s quickening pulse and the slight tremor

wanted to walk beside her, supporting her as they

side–by–side walking difficult,

clouds.

any

dream.

past pain forever but didn’t expect fate

wolf eyes gleamed in the shadows. She sensed the thaw in Lance’s pheromones–the sound of years of ice finally melting. She instinctively squeezed his hand, her wolf claws

her heartbeat, weaving joy pheromones