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.

by royalty, and his mating

not to dwell

guided toward the

filled with

the room, Lance would help her remove

ancient blessings, and the Blackthorn Pack’s square erupted

the warm room, while he ventured out to face challenges and receive well–wishes. When the bonfire feast reached its peak, they would reappear together to

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congratulations.

process felt oddly

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enough, after the Royal Elder finished his chant, Ivy reminded Lance to remove Adelaide’s

fingers were trembling

immediate, both

even the crackling of pine

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

instinctively held, only the wolf–like heartbeat throbbed

pounded like a war

a wolf locking onto prey, was

was unlike any he’d seen

her in silver, softening her usual sharpness, making her appear otherworldly, like

glow and fatal allure, akin to a white wolf basking

Adelaide was equally captivated.

Lance,

armor

from diminishing his handsomeness, it accentuated his towering,

aloofness was gone. His once–hawk–like