Chapter 258

Chapter 258

Third Person’s POV

Their faces were so close, almost able to hear each other breathing.

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“You and I will be together forever,” he whispered, his mind now clear–just intoxicated by emotion.

The mark on Adelaide’s nape suddenly burned.

As she tilted her head back to drink, her wolf eyes reflected Lance’s enlarged pupils, the fine vertical lines quivering slightly with her swallowing motions.

Setting down the glass, they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“I was going to tell you something–”

Adelaide interrupted, “Let me ask– before you went to the southern border, did you ask my mother to mate with me?”

Her wolf claws subtly extended beneath her sleeves, yet retracted swiftly upon touching the calluses on his palm.

Lance’s pheromones intensified, the cedar scent mingled with a rust–like aroma from the war.

He was stunned. “You know about that?”

“Ivy just told me,” she replied.

She bit her red lip, then lifted her head, her lashes trembling like cicada wings, “So the special someone you mentioned before was already mated–the one you wanted was me?”

He nodded slightly, “It’s you, always has been, and only you.”

Everything clicked for Adelaide.

Alpha of the Frostfang Pack and the royal Lycan bloodline

her nose a bit stuffy. “To mate with me, you gave up your command. Lycan Erasmus knew your feelings, hence the three–month order–if I couldn’t find a mate, I’d enter the royal family as the New Moon Priestess. He was pressuring you to relinquish command.

all. What use is the army’s command

I was worried about how to propose. With his order, I believed

glance. “And you’re happy about being used? You’re a fool who counts money for those

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sweetened his heart, softer than cotton candy

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve achieved my

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her eyes, but her heart was filled with sweetness–achieving his goal, wasn’t that true for

was the joy of mutual

of

eat. Ivy, worried I’d starve, had them prepare a meat soup for me. I heard you

dragged me

Irene, right?” Adelaide took a bite of roasted broccoli. It was tender

a few pieces,

from his lover tasted

many words

post–mating, and they hadn’t found the right way to express themselves yet. Better to speak less and avoid

like a noble

filled with

the Adelaide before him with the battlefield warrior? They seemed like

gaze, was lost

post–mating protocols before her ceremony with Ulrik, but time

it about not being too forward for marks? Or

not

she’d forgotten

finding a

took her hand gently, “You’re

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