تسجيل الدخولThird Person's POVAll those headaches about survival, politics, and money seemed to simply bypass Priscilla.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 played 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.Priscilla spent the afternoon rambling through old memories.Adelaide listened with saint-like patience until Priscilla started yawning, then excused herself to the bedroom.Beata had brought up some fresh pastries; Lance polished off a couple before Adelaide 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
Third Person's POVAdelaide stepped back into the room and shut the door, cutting off the noise from the rest of the house.Since he couldn't get his leg wet, Lance had to sit in the shower stall, leaning forward while Adelaide washed his hair, both of them being extra careful not to splash the bandaged foot.The bathroom was thick with steam and the faint, earthy scent of agarwood.Even though Lance felt like a total invalid needing a nurse, he felt his muscles slowly unknot as Adelaide's fingers worked through his hair, massaging his scalp.The mating bond hummed softly between them.Against all odds, a wave of pure sweetness and happiness washed over him.Those hands, which usually gripped daggers or signed off on pack legislation, were now tending to him with incredible gentleness.Lance actually caught himself thinking that if he hadn't wiped out so hard, he might never have scored this kind of VIP treatment.Once his hair was clean, Adelaide began to meticulously towel it dry.L
Third Person's POVAdelaide shot Tommy a look that could kill. Didn't this guy realize that for Lance, his "face" was more important than his actual life?After Caldwell made himself useful by hustling Tommy out to clear dead leaves off the grounds—mostly just to shut him up—the lead physician from Digby Medical Center, Albion, finally arrived.Albion was Dr. Digby's star pupil and the top surgeon at the center.Normally, he stayed behind hospital walls treating high-level nobles; he almost never made house calls.But with Lance getting banged up, Digby had personally dispatched him to give Lance a full-body "diagnostic overhaul" to ensure no vital components were damaged.After all, with the young leader yet to produce an heir, Dr. Digby was more stressed about Lance's health than a worried father.Priscilla and Paisley arrived back at the packhouse just as the news broke. Priscilla dropped her shopping bags and sprinted straight for the bedroom.Inside, Albion was cleaning Lance's w
Third Person's POVSeeing how hyped he was, Adelaide had no choice but to go along with it.She shook her head with a resigned smile and gave Lance a light shove on the back.Whoosh—!Lance shot off like a cannonball, blurring down the snowy slope.Ten meters, twenty meters...He carved a straight white line through the snow, the wind howling in his ears.The adrenaline rush was incredible, and for a second, he felt like a total badass. He was already planning his big finish—digging in his heels and palms to come to a stylish halt, then looking back to give Adelaide his best "I told you so" grin. Then, things went sideways.He didn't realize that beneath the smooth white powder lay a hidden drop-off—a steep, concave depression.The blinding white snow acted like perfect camouflage, hiding the sudden change in terrain until it was too late.He was moving way too fast. His weight shifted forward, and the momentum sent him airborne. He didn't just slide; he launched into space and slamme
Third Person's POVThinking of Eugene's rave reviews about the view from Yellowstone Mountain after a snowfall, Lance decided to push forward.He turned to Adelaide and said, "The road ahead is getting pretty rough. If you're tired or the cold is getting to you, just say the word. I'll carry you.""I'm not that fragile, Lance. Don't forget I'm a Gamma."With their fingers locked together, they began their ascent to the summit.The snow was already past their ankles, and the narrow trail was choked with dried, thorny vines that acted like natural barbed wire.A few times, the jagged thorns snagged on Lance's expensive cashmere coat.Lance awkwardly untangled a vine, caught Adelaide's half-smirking expression, and quickly tried to save face."Nobody really comes up here, so the path is a bit of a mess. But trust me, Eugene said the view from the top is absolutely mind-blowing.""Mhm, I believe you."Adelaide offered a bright smile, her cheeks flushed a vibrant red from the biting wind,
Third Person's POVOnce the dust had finally settled on the arrangements, Lance decided it was high time for a celebration.He wasn't in the mood for some rowdy pack-wide rager; he just wanted a little peace and quiet with Adelaide.With a rare day off tomorrow and the New Year just around the corner, he leaned in and whispered in Adelaide's ear, "Let's do lunch at Skyview Tower tomorrow—something high-end—and then head up to Yellowstone Mountain for the view. I've been dying to take you there."Adelaide arched an eyebrow. "You sure about Yellowstone Mountain?""Absolutely," Lance replied, his excitement palpable. "Eugene swore to me it's one of those 'see it before he dies' kind of places.""Fair enough.Adelaide nodded. He was so hyped up it was hard to say no, and honestly, after the heavy cloud of recent events, maybe getting blasted by some mountain wind in the middle of nowhere was exactly what they needed to clear their heads.The next morning, the young Alpha couple got ready







