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.

and his mating partner was a she–wolf who’d once had

to dwell

was guided toward the chamber

senses filled

Lance would

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

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

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the Royal Elder finished his chant,

fingers were trembling ever so

contact was immediate, both struck

seemed to freeze, even the

other’s eyes, seeing the other’s image

the wolf–like heartbeat throbbed loudly, drowning out

heart pounded like a

onto prey,

was unlike any

making her appear otherworldly, like a spirit from the depths of

to a white wolf basking lazily yet dangerously

Adelaide was equally captivated.

her stood Lance, more dazzling than

battle–worn armor for the

it accentuated his towering, pine–straight

yet any trace of cold aloofness was gone. His once–hawk–like eyes now