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Third Person’s POV
“He’s Klein’s student, but I’ve never actually met him. He’s seen me, though,” Adelaide said.
“If he’s met you in the Shadow Peaks, I can confidently say he wouldn’t like you. There were so many male students there–did any of them like you? They were all scared of you, avoiding you like the plague. Only Avery and his crowd were close to you, and that was just because Avery was poor and wanted to get some benefits,” the other person replied.
Adelaide retorted, “I am good–looking.”
“What’s the use of being good–looking when you’re always rolling around in the dirt? You looked like a mud pie most of the year,” they said.
Adelaide thought back to her days in the Shadow Peaks, and her last shred of doubt vanished..
No one would like her when she was like that.
She used to never think Lance would like her, but after developing a bit of a crush, she’d allowed herself some wild fantasies.
She’d hoped against hope that Lance’s secret ideal mate, who he’d mated with another wolf for, might be her.
Today, the Blackthorn Pack was bustling with activity.
Many Alphas from powerful packs had come, with only a few absent–either they’d gone to the Ironclaw Pack or attended Ulrik’s mating ceremony.
Surprisingly, the hottest topic wasn’t the new Luna, Adelaide, but Irene and her students from the Warscar Training Camp.
Irene alone was enough to spark curiosity.
Who was she?
Her former pack had been one of the top in the capital before she left to start the Warscar Training Camp.
Many strong werewolf warriors were trained there, including some from powerful packs in other regions and royal or noble werewolf heirs like Adelaide.
Though not in royal service, Irene’s influence was unmatched.
Her combat skills were top–notch,/her family’s wealth was immeasurable, and her land acquisitions were staggering.
The hundreds of miles of the Shadow Peaks alone were extraordinary, with countless estates and properties, and she had investments in many other areas , even owning numerous shops in the capital.
The wolves Irene brought to the ceremony shattered stereotypes about the Warscar Training Camp.
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They weren’t rough ; instead , they were polite . They weren’t exactly gentle , but they were well – mannered
The second hot topic was the gifts they brought..
They were neatly displayed: boxes filled with gems and luxury items. Even for wolves used to fine things , the sheer quantity was mind–blowing.
There were rare treasures too, like pink diamonds–one of the rarest types of colored diamonds.
Each was as big as a pea and looked like they were from Australia’s Argyle mine.
Four boxes of them–this wasn’t just a gift; it was securing Luna Adelaide’s comfortable future .
Even if Alpha Lance had many breeders and lots of pups, her status wouldn’t be shaken.
Priscilla, tallying the gifts, trembled at the value of these treasures.
When Alpha Lance took Adelaide’s hand to receive blessings, she became the center of attention.
She was stunning, like a brilliant diamond, capturing everyone’s gaze.
Her blush and smiles made people’s eyes stick to her face.
Many royals had seen Adelaide before at a military welcome banquet after the royal army returned to the capital.
Back then, she was straight from the battlefield, no time to dress up.
She looked more distant than unkempt, with skin issues from the battlefield that were hard to look at .
No one could believe how breathtakingly beautiful she was now.
People whispered—Velda was good–looking too, so why would Ulrik leave such a gorgeous mate for her? It didn’t make sense.
Adelaide’s blush wasn’t just from makeup; it was more from Lance holding her hand tightly.
The feel of a mate’s hand was special. The cedar pheromones mixed with cedar from his palm made her wolf purr with satisfaction- uniquely Alpha, like the sweet scent of moon grass blooming in the snow.
During the mating ceremony, their hand–holding was restrained, but now Lance interlaced his fingers with hers and didn’t let go.
He’d had a lot of champagne, his cheeks flushed, his pheromones growing stronger with each breath.
Adelaide glanced at his jawline and the subtle shiver when his Adam’s apple moved. She forced her gaze away–otherwise, her wolf might lose control, drawn by his pheromones.
Lance seemed to notice her looking and suddenly turned to meet her eyes.