The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 256

Chapter 256

Third Person’s POV

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The design of Adelaide and Lance’s future villa blended intelligence and wilderness—outside the master bedroom was a bath fed by geothermal hot springs. Hot water gurgled through stone channels into an indoor pool, keeping it warm even in the coldest seasons, and it was especially abundant tonight.

The stylist removed Adelaide’s makeup, and even without it, her beauty was striking.

She changed into a purple–red silk nightdress with butterfly embroidery, a plum blossom pattern at the waist, and a matching lightweight robe.

After removing her veil, she tied her hair into a high ponytail with a purple ribbon, looking both charming and radiant.

For the mating ceremony, she had prepared many new clothes.

With gifts from the Blackthorn Pack, her closet was filled with Italian silk and French satin.

Clothes were categorized by season, with over ten shades of red alone, and embroidery as fine as haute

couture.

Fur coats hung in a temperature–controlled closet, five of them in silver fox and purple mink.

Looking at these gifts, Adelaide felt she had enough fabric for a lifetime.

The nightdress she wore was made of deep purple Italian silk with 3D butterfly embroidery, and a matching robe that shimmered like pearls under the light.

Though it was loungewear, the tailoring was exquisite, highlighting her porcelain skin and the beauty mark above her eyebrow.

it was a bit thin, but the room’s constant temperature kept her warm even in just

stuffy nose from crying cleared

had drunk too much and would return

nine–thirty, earlier than

guests were exceptionally enthusiastic. Adelaide had never seen a mating ceremony

cold dishes to be replaced

were pre–prepared and re–cooked

the

something, “Ivy, are there more mating

Pack’s deliberate humiliation during her mating with Ulrik, with

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making her feel embarrassed.

comforted her. “It was Ulrik’s brother who hired those thugs–not

helped

leaned half his weight on

of champagne and cigars, having clearly drunk a

with the Warscar Training Camp members, drinking champagne from the Ancient

worriedly asked Tommy, “Is the

lemon water,” Tommy whispered, “He just mumbled, ‘Is the scarf still there? Must be

aback, recalling the token Ivy had mentioned, and noticed

hurried back to prepare hot water

Lance sit on a stone couch covered with thick furs. Just as she settled him, Beata rushed in, sounding urgent, “He was plied with champagne by Irene and Craig. Tommy said

her golden eyes, her pheromones carrying a hint of

Wasn’t that just bullying?

present, they could drink him