The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 249

Third Person’s POV

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After a commotion filled with low growls and the rustling of fur, it seemed Priscilla had taken her seat.

Then, the Warscar Training Camp requested another stone throne be brought in for Irene and Klein to sit and receive Adelaide and Lance’s “tributes.”

Traditionally, Adelaide should have bid farewell to her ancestral spirits under the moonlight in her birth pack before joining her mate’s territory.

How could Lance show reverence to her mentor in his own Blackthorn Pack?

This defied werewolf tradition.

Klein’s deep, authoritative voice boomed like a wolf king’s growl, “In the name of the Moon Goddess and bloodline, I am Lance’s mentor, guiding him to harness power. Why shouldn’t Laccept his tribute?”

Who cared about archaic traditions?

In the wild, power was law, and the strong made the rules.

Klein’s logic was unassailable. As Lance’s mentor, he sat on the stone throne symbolizing power, representing the source of Lance’s strength–a rightful and legitimate place.

Side by side, they stood before the blazing wolf smoke and towering totem pole.

A sense of familiarity washed over Adelaide. Almost instinctively, she turned toward the silver moon, quietly prompting Lance, “We need to face the moonlight.”

Lance smoothly turned, his voice calm yet undeniably commanding: “Follow the Moon Goddess’s lead.”

Adelaide immediately fell silent, realizing her’slip.

formidable Alpha warrior, favored by royalty, and his mating partner was a she–wolf who’d once had a mate–undoubtedly a

to dwell on

toward the

in darkness felt interminably long, the ground uneven, her senses filled with the scents of soil, moss, and the

Lance would help her remove

ancient blessings, and the Blackthorn Pack’s square erupted in a deafening

room, while he ventured out to face challenges and receive well–wishes. When the

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felt oddly

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his chant, Ivy reminded Lance

were trembling

immediate, both struck by

even the crackling of pine torches fading

other’s eyes, seeing the other’s image clearly–a primal,

the wolf–like heartbeat throbbed loudly, drowning out the external

heart pounded like a

prey, was ardent and unwavering, fixed upon

was unlike

her usual sharpness, making her appear otherworldly, like a spirit from the depths

and fatal allure, akin to a

Adelaide was equally captivated.

Lance, more

shed his usual battle–worn armor

his towering, pine–straight figure, brimming with

aristocratic elegance remained, yet any trace of cold aloofness was gone. His once–hawk–like eyes