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.

objections to Irene’s background or Craig’s artistic fame at

nearby, Madison and Wanda maintained stern expressions

when Irene and others left their seats, they pounced

murky fruit wine in her stone cup with a thick bone skewer, deliberately drawing out her words in a tone of false concern, “Oh, Priscilla, my dear sister, watching this grand spectacle, I’m truly worried for you. Look at Adelaide’s backing… Tsk, tsk. As Lance’s mother, not only will you not see her bow to you, but in the future,

the word “reply,” hinting

was as complex as a torn

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ceremony, drawing representatives from numerous powerful tribes, filled her with pride as a

a fuel the cont

the entire exhibition hall, and her network spanned all

the newly mated

words stung her, amplifying and distorting the subtle sense of

truly to live at Adelaide’s mercy from

for an Alpha’s mother to suffer such

“respect for elders,” that alone would invite severe

with the Warscar Training

was the thought of Adelaide appearing respectful to her face while using powers and schemes

knew herself to be naively raised, sheltered

political maneuvering, Priscilla would be

interest in dessert and even began

she had noticed many guests didn’t