Chapter 259

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Adelaide’s heart pounded like a fleeing prey’s, her palms sweating with a sweet yet bitter pheromone
escape.
She’d never been this nervous around anyone.
Her golden eyes dilated in the dim light, shimmering with indescribable radiance.
Unbeknownst to her, Lance was even more anxious.
His usually contained pine and snow scent swirled like a storm, hot and oppressive, thickening the air.
Lance wanted to shake every wolf and roar, “Have you waited years for a woman? Watched her grow up, only for her to mate with another?”
When he thought all was lost, she reappeared as a free mate, and tonight, they finally mated.
No one could comprehend his racing blood and soul–deep euphoria.
In his excitement, Lance stepped on her nightgown hem.
Adelaide lunged forward, but his quick reflexes caught her in his strong arms.
His deep voice wavered, “Sorry!”
Her warm body pressed against him, her unique scent enveloping him, and his world exploded.
Dizziness and fiery passion overwhelmed him, his wolf heart pounding like never before, drowning out all reason in primal instinct.
He couldn’t recall what happened next.
When awareness returned, they were on the velvet–covered bed, her fumbling hands at his nightshirt buttons.
She lay half–prone, cheeks and neck flushed, avoiding his gaze.
His robe hung open, revealing his powerful chest.
Her hands trembled, her pheromones now rich with shyness.
Adelaide’s heart raced. Then he pulled her onto the bed.
Since he made the first move, she couldn’t act too reserved. She should respond, right?
Typically, he’d embrace her and she’d undress him, not wait passively.
His nightshirt was half–open, What came next?
Her blood burned, skin flushed, ears hot.
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Her lashes fluttered as she glanced at him, neck exposed under his heated stare–a silent question hung in– the air.
This vulnerable yet irresistibly tempting sight blurred Lance’s vision.
His lips trembled, a low growl rising in his throat.
When their lips met, his fangs instinctively emerged. The soft contact ignited a spark, shattering his last shred of control.
Dizziness and an primal urge to claim and mark her swept over him.
Adelaide was enveloped in his strong, hot body. His arms were steel, his chest a blazing furnace.
Her breath hitched–not just from his weight but his possessive, reverent kiss, his scorching breath like a soul–stealing force.
He wasn’t kissing her carelessly.
He knew how to guide this sacred union, how to complete the final mark.
But his racing blood left him lightheaded and momentarily blank.
Tonight was their first night of blood and soul fusion. He had to be perfect.
This girl had been his focus since youth.
He waited for her to grow up, to experience her first full moon.
He never touched another female, treating this as the most sacred of wolf pack covenants, yearning for the deepest soul and blood connection with her.
Thus, Lance’s current clumsiness was understandable. Fortunately, the night was long.
The moon hung high, time enough for instinct to lead them.
Guided by instinct and love, they explored each other. From awkward fumbles to still slightly clumsy touches, every skin contact sparked electricity, igniting deeper craving.
Lance’s throat emitted a wolfish tremor, cedar pheromones bursting like a blizzard.
The moon crown mark on his neck blazed silver, intertwining with Adelaide’s silv the air, forming the Moon Goddess emblem.
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As he lowered himself, his pupils harrowed to blood moon–shaped slits. His elongated fangs pierced his lower lip, the rust–scented pheromones carrying the aura of battle scars, flooding into her heated gland.
Adelaide’s wolf ears quivered violently, her silver fur bristling from the mark’s sting.
She clearly sensed Lance’s urgency in his pheromones.
The moment his fang sank into her gland, their pheromones merged in the air, leaving a permanent
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Blood dripped from Lance’s fang, his wolf tail uncontrollably swishing behind him. When the marking was done, the room’s pheromones abruptly stilled, leaving only the sweet, lingering scent of mates: