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, keep your resources.

but prophetic–there was indeed a second chance

time, Adelaide’s parents

some punishment for handling things alone instead of seeking help from

she sought help when Klein punished her in the

reached før Irene’s hand, but another hand

and neatly trimmed nails. The suit it wore had

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ceremonies.

was Lance, her

took a breath. The cedar

in holding hands, clumsily adjusted until

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

pheromones suddenly wavered, and his

Adelaide’s heartbeat raced.

she might have noticed Lance’s

protocol. He wanted to walk beside her, supporting her

side–by–side walking difficult, it

clouds. The scene was more

any

dream.

be trapped by past pain forever but didn’t expect fate to bless him with this

in the shadows. She sensed the thaw in Lance’s pheromones–the sound of years of

her heartbeat, weaving joy pheromones into a