Third Person's POV
Their faces were so close, almost able to hear each other breathing.
"You and I will be together forever," he whispered, his mind now clear—just intoxicated by emotion.
The mark on Adelaide's nape suddenly burned.
As she tilted her head back to drink, her wolf eyes reflected Lance's enlarged pupils, the fine vertical lines quivering slightly with her swallowing motions.
Setting down the glass, they gazed into each other's eyes.
"I was going to tell you something——"
Adelaide interrupted, "Let me ask—— before you went to the southern border, did you ask my mother to mate with me?"
Her wolf claws subtly extended beneath her sleeves, yet retracted swiftly upon touching the calluses on his palm.
Lance's pheromones intensified, the cedar scent mingled with a rust-like
