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.

a formidable Alpha warrior, favored by royalty, and his mating partner

not to dwell on past

the chamber reserved for mating

interminably long, the ground uneven, her senses filled with the scents of soil, moss, and the Blackthorn

room, Lance would help her remove her

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

wait in the warm room, while he ventured out to face challenges and receive well–wishes. When the bonfire feast

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his chant, Ivy reminded

were trembling ever so

was immediate, both

seemed to freeze, even the crackling of pine torches fading

into each other’s eyes, seeing the other’s

instinctively held, only the wolf–like heartbeat throbbed loudly, drowning out the

like a war

gaze, like a wolf locking onto prey, was ardent and unwavering, fixed upon

unlike

to drape her in silver, softening her usual sharpness, making her appear otherworldly, like a spirit from

allure, akin to a white wolf basking lazily yet

Adelaide was equally captivated.

stood Lance, more dazzling

armor for the

it accentuated his towering, pine–straight figure, brimming

remained, yet any trace of cold aloofness was gone.