Third Person’s POV


    Gloria was lost in thought when a pack member told her Ulrik had arrived.


    She shook off her thoughts, let an omega adjust her dress’s veil, and left the house with them.


    At the same time, Adide left the Frostfang Pack’s territory.


    Both brides set out at nearly the same moment, but the scenes around them and their feelings werepletely different.


    Adide, her face hidden by a veil, couldn’t see clearly and focused on her dress’s hem and heels.


    Prune held her hand–her long, slender fingers gave a reassuring grip.


    Adide could sense they were beyond the pack’s border and felt the pressure of a crowd.


    “Adide, it’s time to get in the car. Be good from now on,” Irene said softly beside her.


    Her words carried a mother’s bittersweet feelings.


    Adide was a strong and lovely she–wolf about to mate again.


    Irene hadn’t attended her first mating ceremony.


    She’d written to Aire, criticizing the Bloodmoon Pack’s reputation and Ulrik’s mediocrity.


    She was unhappy he was mating with his student.


    But Aire’s reply was that the mating was final.,


    Irene, as an instructor and not family, couldn’t stop it.


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    After discussing with Klein, he coldly said, “Not attending is the biggest protest. If the Bloodmoon Pack is trustworthy, send fundster. If not, keep your resources. There’s always a second chance.”


    Klein’s words were harsh but prophetic–there was indeed a second chance now.


    This time, Adide’s parents were present.


    But she needed some punishment for handling things alone instead of seeking help from the Warscar Training Camp.


    If she could bear things alone, why had she sought help when Klein punished her in the past?


    Adide instinctively reached f?r Irene’s hand, but another hand appeared.


    It was broad and long, with a palm full of calluses, slender fingers, and neatly trimmed nails. The suit it wore had a golden wolf’s head emblem–reserved for royal Lycan descendants‘ mating


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    ceremonies<b>. </b>


    It <b>was </b>Lance, her mate.


    Adide took a breath. The cedar pheromones intensified.


    She ced her hand in his. Lance, inexperienced in holding hands, clumsily adjusted until their fingers interlocked.


    Deep down, Adide’s wolf perked up at the pure joy in Lance’s pheromones, like moon grass blooming in the snow.


    Lance’s cedar pheromones suddenly wavered, and his wolf cars twitched.


    Adide’s heartbeat raced.


    If not for its loudness, she might have noticed Lance’s quickening pulse and the slight tremor in his fingers.


    Lance guided her toward the waiting car, ignoring murmurs about protocol. He wanted to walk beside her, supporting her as they faced their future together.


    Though his height made true side–by–side walking difficult, it didn’t matter.


    Each step felt like walking on clouds. The scene was more real than


    any


    dream.


    He once thought he’d be trapped by past pain forever but didn’t expect fate to bless him with this happiness.


    Adide’s wolf eyes gleamed in the shadows. She sensed the thaw in Lance’s pheromones–the sound of years of ice finally melting. She instinctively squeezed his hand, her wolf ws briefly extending and retracting.


    Lance’s gaze stayed on Adide’s moon ne. The pendant glowed with her heartbeat, weaving joy pheromones into a silver light around their linked hands.


    “Your nds are glowing,” Lance said, his voice carrying a wolf–like growl and a hint of tremor in his pheromones.


    Adide’s wolf suddenly nuzzled against her mate’s image in her mind, sensing the slight tremor in his fingers.


    Earlier, Irene had red at him, clearly annoyed that he hadn’t greeted the elders or followed traditional etiquette.


    But Lance didn’t care–he’d face any punishment dly.


    The pain of a fewshes was nothingpared to this joy.


    His eyes were only on Adide, his mate, his Luna.


    He adjusted his breathing, fearing he might faint from emotion.


    Walking toward the car, he wanted to lift her into his arms but couldn’t. He felt weak, as if walking


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    unsteadily.


    Where was his self–control? Gone!


    Adide wanted to lift her veil to see Lance in his suit.


    Her hand almost did it before Prune stopped her.


    Right, with Irene and schoolmates around, she couldn’t act impulsively.


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