Third Person's POV
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
