The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 252

Third Person’s POV

The amber glow in Lance’s wolf eyes reflected the candlelight as cedar pheromones suddenly enveloped Adelaide, carrying a hint of drunken richness.

The temporary mark on the back of Adelaide’s neck suddenly grew warm–the irresistible attraction between werewolf mates made her subconsciously grip his hand. Her fingertips touched the pulsing gland in his palm, transmitting the same frequency of joyous tremors.

Adelaide looked at Lance’s profile and his defined jawline from the side, forcing herself to avert her gaze; otherwise, her heartbeat would be uncontrollable.

When the banquet reached the dessert course, Irene led the Warscar Training Carp students toward the main table.

Craig, holding a champagne glass, was enough to make Cyrus rise in greeting voluntarily.

Since Lance and Adelaide’s mating ceremony was presided over by Doug, Irene specially prepared three glasses of ice champagne.

She herself lifted the heavy beast horn cup, drained it in one gulp, and let out a satisfied growl from her throat.

Facing the elderly and frail Doug, she merely gestured for him to lightly touch the rim of the cup with his lips, preserving the elder’s dignity while considering his weakened bloodline that couldn’t handle such strong alcohol.

Adelaide, watching everyone approach one by one, felt her eyes well up.

They had come to declare their power and support for her. Even within Alpha Lance’s Blackthorn Pack, they used the wolfish “clinking of blood cups” ritual to announce to all Blackthorn Pack members present –this territory would now also echo with the roar of the Warscar Training Camp, extending her influence.

Irene’s background

and Wanda maintained stern expressions and malevolent

and others left their seats,

for you. Look at Adelaide’s backing… Tsk, tsk. As Lance’s mother, not only

the word “reply,”

complex as

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mating ceremony, drawing representatives from numerous powerful tribes, filled her with

a fuel the cont

filled the entire exhibition hall, and

this supreme honor shone upon the newly mated pair, “Lance & Adelaide,” not directly illuminating

amplifying and distorting the subtle sense

live at Adelaide’s

was no reason for an Alpha’s

violate the ancient tenets of “bloodline hierarchy” and “respect for elders,” that alone would invite severe criticism from the royal

Training Camp’s strong support, it was

appearing respectful to her face while using powers and schemes

raised,

adept at political maneuvering, Priscilla would be

this thought, she lost all interest in dessert and even began doubting

banquet two days prior, she