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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.
Their pheromones suddenly fused explosively–the Alpha of the Frostfang Pack and the royal Lycan bloodline resonating under the moon, hotter than any mating ceremony.
Her eyes glistened with tears, 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. You fool!”
Lance wiped the tears from her eyes, gently saying, “I’m not foolish at all. What use is the army’s command compared to you? It would only breed jealousy and trouble. Even without his pressure, I planned to give it up.”
He even smiled smugly, “If not for his ultimatum, I was worried about how to propose. With his order, I believed you’d choose me over becoming the New Moon Priestess–he did me a favor.”
Adelaide cast him a reproachful glance. “And you’re happy about being used? You’re a fool who counts money for those who exploit you.”
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Her coquettish manner sweetened his heart, softer than cotton candy dusted with sugar.
He said, “It doesn’t matter. I’ve achieved my goal.”
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Adelaide lowered her eyes, but her heart was filled with sweetness–achieving his goal, wasn’t that true for her too?
So this was the joy of mutual understanding.
He fetched her some dessert, a little of each kind. “You must be hungry tonight.”
Adelaide replied, “I did eat. Ivy, worried I’d starve, had them prepare a meat soup for me. I heard you didn’t eat a thing.”
He said, “No time to eat. Eager to get back, but Irene dragged me to chat with other packs‘ Alphas and drank too much before I knew it.”
“Dragged by Irene, right?” Adelaide took a bite of roasted broccoli. It was tender and flavorful.
She ate a few pieces, then forked some for him.
The food he received from his lover tasted sweet.
They ate quietly, many words left unsaid.
This was their first meal post–mating, and they hadn’t found the right way to express themselves yet . Better to speak less and avoid mistakes.
She ate gracefully, like a noble lady.
Lance’s eyes filled with amusement.
Who would link the Adelaide before him with the battlefield warrior? They seemed like two different people.
Adelaide, unaware of his gaze, was lost in thought.
She had learned post–mating protocols before her ceremony with Ulrik, but time had erased her memory.
Was it about not being too forward for marks? Or not being too reserved?
Was it about not seeming frivolous or dull?
Oh dear, she’d forgotten it all.
Wait, she recalled something. It was about finding a balance–not too eager, nor too passive.
After finishing their meal, Lance stood first, took her hand gently, “You’re tired. Let’s rest early tonight.”
“Okay… and you…” Her cheeks flushed inexplicably, “Do you want to take a bath?”
“Yes, I should rinse off this smell so I don’t overwhelm you.”
“Shall I have someone assist you?” Adelaide asked.
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He smiled, “No need. No one else tonight. The bathroom is right next to the bedroom. You… you change. into your nightgown first.”
“Okay!” Adelaide lowered her eyes, withdrew her hand, and whispered, “Hurry. After so much alcohol, a quick wash is enough.”
“Got it!” A wave of warmth surged in him.
The bathroom was stocked with Lance’s pajamas, made of comfortable fabric matching Adelaide’s in style
and color.
Lance, anticipating a late night, had bathed thoroughly the night before.
Emerging from the bathroom in his pajamas, he looked clean and handsome.
After his time in the capital, his skin had lightened.
Adelaide recalled their first meeting on the battlefield– he was bearded and disheveled, a far cry from the man before her now.
He took her hand and slowly guided her toward the large bed.