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 resonating

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

from her eyes, gently saying, “I’m not foolish at all. What use is the army’s command compared to

even smiled smugly, “If not for his ultimatum, I was worried about how to propose. With his order, I believed you’d choose me

cast him a reproachful glance. “And you’re happy about being used? You’re a

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his heart, softer than cotton candy dusted

doesn’t matter. I’ve achieved

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

this was the joy of mutual

little of each kind. “You

Ivy, worried I’d starve, had them prepare a meat soup for me. I heard you didn’t eat

back, but Irene dragged me to chat with other packs‘ Alphas and drank too much before

by Irene, right?” Adelaide took a bite of roasted

pieces, then forked some

he received from his

quietly, many words

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

ate gracefully, like a

eyes filled with

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

unaware of his gaze, was lost

protocols before her ceremony

being too forward for

it about not

she’d forgotten

finding a balance–not

finishing their meal, Lance stood first, took her hand gently, “You’re tired. Let’s rest early

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