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    All those headaches about survival, politics, and money seemed to simply bypass Prisci.


    Not that she didn’t find things to stress about–her worries usually revolved around keeping up with the Joneses, specifically her peers like Hera or Iris.


    If she won a social rivalry, she was as giddy as a pup with a treat; if she lost, she’d fume for a bit and then forget all about it.


    Even back when she was being yed by Madison and Wanda, she just had a good cry and moved on.


    She was like a high–maintenance Persian cat kept in a greenhouse, never letting a bad mood linger too long.


    Prisci spent the afternoon rambling through old memories.


    Adide listened with saint–like patience until Prisci started yawning, then excused herself to the bedroom.


    Beata had brought up some fresh pastries; Lance polished off a couple before Adide sent her away to prep dinner.


    After dinner, Lance reached out with a long arm and pulled her into his chest.


    His deep eyes darkened under themplight, turning into swirling pools of heat.


    “Honey,” he murmured, “you haven’t given me the time of day for nights now. You’ve been crashing the second you hit the pillow.”


    Adideughed, pushing against his burning chest.


    “But honey, your leg is fractured. It’s not… practical.”


    Lance’s hand traced the curve of her waist, moving upward, his eyes filled with unshielded desire.


    “I’ve heard… there are other positions.”


    Adide’s face flushed crimson instantly. She pressed a finger to his lips. “I. Do. Not. Know. Them!”


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    Lance,pletely shameless, parted his lips and gave her fingertip a yful nip.


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    “You dobat drills every morning. Your flexibility has to be top–tier. Why don’t we get some practice in on the bed?”


    With that, Lance flicked off the light and started fumbling around in the dark.


    “Can you even walk over there?” Adide’s voice came through the gloom. “Do you want me to carry you?”


    “I didn’t break both legs, I can walk… dammit! It wasn’t even hurting this bad until Albion put that goop on it.”


    Adide shook her head. Since when did her iron–blooded mate be such a drama queen in private?


    The heavy velvet curtains were drawn, and clothes hit the floor.


    Afterward, Lance was clearly still feeling energetic.


    He pressed into the crook of her neck, his voice low and gravelly. “I think, based on my Alpha stamina, I’ve got another round in me.”


    Adidey limp in his arms, her legs still trembling slightly.


    Her voice was raspy and breathless, “I think, based on my Gamma stamina… I need a few days off.”


    Lance pulled her tighter, kissing her flushed cheek. “Go to sleep. Goodnight, my dear Luna.”


    support


    The controversy surrounding the Independent She–Wolf Center–the insults and the alike–had ultimately snowballed into a massive publicity campaign.


    The institute was on track to officially open right after the New Year, thanks to Caldwell’s relentless oversight.


    Paisley had literally pped down a stack of nk checks. “If you run out, just ask for more,” she’d said, oozing confidence.


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    mate took charge of the entire procurement process.


    From dorm beds to cafeteria pots and pans, to the looms, sewing machines, and espresso makers needed for job training–even the toiletries in the bathrooms–everything was


    checked off the list.


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    Mrs. Kell had managed pack affairs for years, so within days, everything was sourced. The custom equipment would arrive right after the holiday.


    The institution was officially named the Tamara Institute.


    It was Craig’s idea. Initially, the werewolves thought it was a weird choice–why not “Moon Goddess Sanctuary” or something simr?


    But word traveled fast. People soon realized that “Tamara” was the name of the she–wolf from the Bloodmoon Pack who had taken her own life.


    Once the truth was out, the public mood shifted.


    The vitriol vanished, reced by praise for Adide’s loyalty and heart.


    Everyone knew she had pulled Tamara from the river once, but couldn’t save her a second time.


    It was clear that she was building this center so no other she–wolf would ever have to reach that breaking point.


    When a public project has a tragic, real–world story behind it, it’s easy for the masses to feel the empathy.


    No one was bashing Adide or Lance anymore; instead, they were being hailed for their “chivalry” and broad–mindedness.


    Of course, the hardline Alphas still grumbled in private, calling Lance a fool for trading his Alpha dignity for a “charity project.”


    Inte December, Cedric came home from the military academy for the holidays.


    He onlysted a day at the ckthorn packhouse before the Pahari family showed up to im him.


    Though Adide hated to see him go, she knew the Paharis took their only heir’s status very seriously, so she let him go.


    Prisci, however, was livid. Cedric had barely been back twenty–four hours before being whisked away. Did they n on keeping him at the Pahari estate for the whole holidays?


    She had prepared a bunch of picture books of werewolf legends, hoping Cedric would read them to her for entertainment.


    He was sharp; he did all the voices, mimicking the growls of monsters and the shrieks of


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    spirits. It was like a 4D experience.


    Adide saw how grumpy she was and suggested she go spend some time with Luna rissa.


    Prisci liked the idea. Paisley was always outtely, and being stuck in the house with only Susic was boring.


    She figured she’d head back to the Pce to trade barbs with Hera and Iris to kill some time. Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Rosemary was finally reaching the end of the line.


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    <strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.