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.,

and

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the biggest protest. If the Bloodmoon Pack is trustworthy, send funds later. If not,

prophetic–there

time, Adelaide’s parents were

she needed some punishment for handling things alone instead of seeking help

things alone, why had she sought help

reached før Irene’s hand, but another

palm full of calluses, slender fingers, and neatly trimmed nails. The

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ceremonies.

Lance, her

a breath. The

Lance, inexperienced in holding hands, clumsily adjusted

at the pure joy in Lance’s pheromones, like moon

suddenly wavered, and his wolf

Adelaide’s heartbeat raced.

for its loudness, she might have noticed Lance’s

her toward the waiting car, ignoring murmurs about protocol. He wanted to walk beside her, supporting her as

side–by–side

felt like walking on clouds. The scene was more

any

dream.

past pain forever but didn’t expect fate to bless him

the thaw in Lance’s pheromones–the sound of years of ice finally melting. She instinctively squeezed his hand, her wolf claws briefly extending and

necklace. The pendant glowed with her