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Third Person’s POV
Priscilla felt tears welling up–Wanda had scammed her.
She was upset but also grateful that Adelaide had helped her get the pink diamonds back yesterday and was still supporting her now.
But she knew it wouldn’t be easy to get the money back. Wanda had scammed a lot, after all .
There was a good chance the real financial reports wouldn’t even be accessible. She might be running in circles for nothing.
Adelaide offered a brief word of comfort and then left after a bow.
Lance wasn’t involved in this. He had more important matters today–he was heading back to the Frostfang Pack.
Usually, packing gifts was an omega’s job, but Lance insisted on doing it himself. He carefully loaded each gift intended for the Frostfang Pack onto the carriage.
There was a reason for his caution–among Irene’s students was a mysterious one named Prunella, who might be lurking near the Blackthorn Pack, keeping an eye on things.
Lance knew the Warscar Training Camp doted on Adelaide. If it weren’t for Klein’s strictness , Adelaide would never face consequences for her mistakes there.
Sometimes when Adelaide messed up and returned, Irene would “discipline” her before Klein even had the chance. But it was all for show, to avoid Klein’s harsher punishments.
After Irene’s token “punishment,” Craig and others would plead for leniency, and the burden on Adelaide would be light.
However, if Klein took action, Adelaide would truly suffer–a fact she’d learned the hard way, making her avoid Klein like the plague.
As Lance packed gifts, he thought about the camp.
He was glad Adelaide had friends backing her up, but he also wanted Irene and the others to know that Adelaide now had his support. They needn’t worry anymore.
Most importantly, he needed to tell Irene something today: going forward, he’d require Adelaide to send at least two letters to the Warscar Training Camp each month, sharing both good and bad news. The camp wouldn’t need to send people to gather information.
Once three car trunks were filled with gifts, Adelaide arrived with Cedric and B
She looked calm and poised in a light purple dress that highlighted her fair skin. Two orchids pinned to her hair added to her elegance
Lance, recalling the previous night, felt a rush of desire. His gaze was deep and meaningful.
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Adelaide noticed and recognized that look–the same one Lance had worn the past two nights as he’d been insatiable with her.
She blushed and looked away, her heart racing.
Lance approached and took her hand. “The gifts are all packed. Let’s go.”
“Okay,” Adelaide agreed meekly, her composure replaced by shyness.
Though they were mated and had been intimate, his public gesture still filled her with joy and embarrassment.
Cedric asked Beata, “Why does Adelaide blush when Lance holds her hand?”
Beata, glancing at Adelaide’s rosy cheeks, replied nonchalantly, “Men holding women’s hands naturally make them blush.”
Cedric pressed, “What if I hold your hand? Why don’t you blush?”
Beata chuckled, “My skin’s too thick. Even if I blush, you wouldn’t notice.”
Cedric seemed to understand with a newfound wisdom.
The group boarded the carriage, followed by a fleet of gift–laden vehicles, as they headed back to the Frostfang Pack.
In a twist of fate, they encountered Ulrik and Gloria returning to the Ironclaw Pack.
Ulrik was on horseback. Lance caught sight of him through the curtain, noting his swollen face–a clear sign that Tommy and his men hadn’t held back.
Ulrik glanced over and locked eyes with Lance, his gaze flaring with anger.
Lance lowered the curtain, a smirk playing on his lips. He hoped Ulrik resented him for the beating.
Adelaide, following Lance’s gaze, spotted Ulrik and guessed what had happened, “Did his two mates beat him up?”
Lance shook his head. “Not sure. Maybe. Their mates aren’t pushovers.”
Adelaide remarked, “That was a brutal beating. His face’s almost unrecognizable.”
Lance agreed. “Yeah, way overboard. Since we’re all back from the battlefield, I’ll have Tommy send him some swelling medicine tomorrow.”
Adelaide gaped at him. “You don’t have to…”
Lance insisted, “We were comrades–in–arms.”
After a moment of silence, Adelaide whispered, “You ordered the beating, didn’t you ? ”
No need to ask
Lance neither confirmed nor denied.
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Adelaide frowned. “That was reckless!”
Thinking Lance might be defending Ulrik, his tone turned sour. “He deserved it. Do you know what he said to me on the mating day?”
Still frowning, Adelaide felt Lance was naive and would suffer for
“Klein’s still in the capital. If you wanted to beat someone up, wait till he’s gone. Do you want to get punished?”