Chapter 132
After leaving Priscilla’s palace, Lance went to greet Lycan Clarissa and told her of his intention to bond with Adelaide.
Clarissa was delighted. “You’ve accomplished great things quietly. Two months ago, your mother was still worrying about your marriage. I didn’t expect you and Adelaide to hit it off on the battlefield. She’s a good girl and deserves your care.”
Lance said, “Lycan Clarissa, I will treat her well. However, Priscilla seems to dislike Adelaide and might intimidate her at the palace in the next few days.”
Clarissa immediately sensed Lance’s indirect plea for help.
With a gentle smile, she reassured him, “Don’t worry. I’m here, and Adelaide won’t be wronged.”
Lance expressed his gratitude sincerely, “I leave it all in your hands. Thanks, Lycan Clarissa.”
Clarissa’s eyes flickered with complexity but quickly regained composure.
She inquired about his experiences on the battlefield, his injuries, and their recovery.
Lance answered each question, and Clarissa insisted on having the royal healers examine him.
The royal healers were experienced, and Lance left the palace with a bounty of nutritional supplements.
Sometimes Lance wondered, “whose son am I really?”
His mother Priscilla never asked about such things.
After the victory banquet, he was sent to Priscilla’s palace drunk.
Priscilla excitedly shook him, praising the Southern Border triumph and their rising fame.
She never asked if he’d suffered, focusing only on the glory.
But Lance held no grudges. Priscilla had always been self–centered, expecting the world to revolve around
her.
Her love was just enough for a calm mother–son relationship–neither arousing resentment nor inviting high expectations.
After Lance left, Clarissa rested on the sofa, eyes closed.
An Omega, thinking her asleep, quietly draped a blanket over her.
The weather was sultry, yet the hall lay in shade. Sleeping there could easily give one a chill.
Clarissa opened her eyes and said, “I’m not asleep, just deep in thought.”
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Omega Tracy asked, “Is it about Alpha Lance and Miss Davidson’s bond? You’ve known about it for a while. There’s no need to worry. Alpha Lance will treat her well.”
Clarissa shook her head. “That’s not what concerns me.”
“Worried Priscilla will be unkind to Miss Davidson?”
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Clarissa sighed. “But I fear friction between Lance and Erasmus. Erasmus’s plan to strip Lance of command is clear. Lance must see through it. How could he not feel upset?”
Omega Tracy reassured, “Alpha Lance will understand. Lycan Erasmus aims to prevent future conflicts. Without command, Alpha Lance poses no threat.”
“Erasmus knows his brother lacks ambition.”
“Better safe than sorry. Besides, Lycan Erasmus, feeling guilty, will compensate Alpha Lance.”
Clarissa nodded slightly. “I don’t oppose it. When Erasmus told me, I stayed silent but agreed inwardly.”
“Adelaide has Alpha Bentley’s subordinates‘ support, and Lance has the army. Even if Lycan Erasmus isn’t suspicious, the Royal Council sees their power as a threat.”
“True. But understanding this, we have nothing to fear.”
“Lycan Erasmus and Alpha Lance’s bond runs deep. Any discord is temporary.”
Clarissa sighed gently. “Yes, without command, Lance can still serve as an Elder in the Royal Council.”
Clarissa’s brow remained furrowed, her mind on Erasmus.
She knew his thoughts better than anyone.
Life’sirony never ceased to amaze her.
She hoped he’d prioritize the kingdom as his father had.
The next day, Adelaide and Beata arrived at the palace.
She visited Lycan Clarissa first, who eagerly grasped her hands, inquiring about her and Lance.
Adelaide had prepared her story: mutual attraction on the battlefield, followed by Alpha Lance’s proposal upon returning to the capital.
Since Lance didn’t reject her, she accepted.
Clarissa, aware of the truth, spared Adelaide further embarrassment. She didn’t mention Lycan Erasmus’s three–month ultimatum, instead attributing their bond to fate and the Moon Goddess’s will.
After their chat, Clarissa announced she’d send for Priscilla.
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