Chapter <b>102 </b>
Skye: <b>PUV </b>
As Leon walked away, the strange heat that had surged through my body gradually subsided. My wolf, which had been pacing resticuly beneath my don slowly calmed I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.
It must be anger, I told myself, host the lingesting resentment after all this time
I turned to Adrian, forcing a smile ? didit quite feel. Ters find a new hotel quickly. To sather not sleep on the street tonight.”
Ryder nodded emphatically beside us. “Absolutely, Us guys might survive a night in the cold, but we can’t let ourdies suffer. He winked at Lydia<b>, </b>who merely tilted her head, the expression above her mask unreadable as always.
We made our way through the hustling streets surrounding Silvercrest Mountain. The aes was <b>alive </b>with activity as werewolves from across the continent gathered for the election. As we turned onto what seemed to be the main hotel district, I noticed a considerable crowd gathered outside one of therger establishments.
“What’s happening over there? Lasked, gesturing toward themotion
Lydia nced in that direction, her melodic voice tinged with surprise. <b>“</b>You don’t know? That’s Silverscreen Pack–Alpha Xavier and his entourage · She adjusted her mask slightly. “Xavier is quite <b>famous </b>among younger wolves, especially females. They say even his battle gear bes fashion statements the moment he wear them.”
Adrian <b>chuckled </b>softly beside me. “He’s always been that way.”
I turned to him, surprised. “You know him?”
“We attended the same Alpha heir training camp years ago, when I was still with Stormbowl, <b>Adrian </b>exined, his amber eyes reflecting memories from a time before I knew him. “He <b>had </b>a ir for the dramatic even then<b>.” </b>
I gestured <b>away </b>from the <b>crowded </b>hotel. “Let’s not stay anywhere near there. We need somewhere quiet to prepare for tomorrow–nothing fancy, just peaceful.”
Adrian nodded, his hand finding the small of my back as we continued our search. His touch was <b>warm </b><b>and </b><b>reassuring</b>, <b>a </b>silent reminder <b>of </b>our new
connection.
After nearly an hour of <b>searching</b>, we <b>finally </b>found a small, tucked away inn on the outskirts of the main district. The establishment <b>was </b><b>modest </b>but clean, run by an elderly werewolf couple who greeted <b>us </b>with genuine warmth. They offered us <b>four </b>individual <b>rooms </b>along the same hallway, with <b>Adrian’s </b>directly adjacent to mine.
<b>Since </bst night, when Adrian had formally <b>asked </b>me to be his mate, he’d abandoned any pretense of keeping our rtionship professional in public. His casual touches, the way his gaze lingered on me it all spoke of a man no longer hiding his feelings<b>. </b>
1 was arranging my clothes in the small dresser when a soft knock preceded Adrian entering my room. He closed the door behind him, his tall frame making the modest space feel even smaller
“We could share a room<b>, </b><b>you </b>know,” he suggested, <b>his </b>voice low and intimate. There’s no need for pretense anymore.”
I folded <b>a </b>shirt, avoiding his intense gaze. “I don’t want you distracted. You barely sleptst night…
He moved closer, leaning down to whisper in my vat, “It was only
ly three times. Hardly enough to affect my performance.<b>” </b>
<b>Heat </b>rushed to my face instantly, memories of our night together shing vividly in my mind. I busied <b>myself </b>with the clothes<b>, </b>trying to hide my embarrassment.
Adrian’s fingers gently caught my chin, turning my face toward <b>his</b>. <b>His </b><b>expression </b>had grown serious. “Were you really <b>okay </b>earlier? <b>When </b>you saw Leon? <b>I </b>felt something… different from you<b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>I </b>sighed, unable to lie <b>to </b>himpletely. “It’s been four years since I <bst </b>saw him. I thought I was over my anger<b>, </b>but apparently not. Seeing him again stitted up more emotions than I expected.” I ced my hand over <b>his</b><b>. </b><b>But </b><b>dont </b>worry–I wont let my personal feelings interfere with the election.”
Aditansted shout to <b>say </b>more when tydia appeared at the open doorway.
Dinner is ready downnales, the announced, her g?re moving between un kimsingly. “Unless you’d prefer I have something sent up to your
“No, that’s not necessary,” I replied quickly, my checks burning. “Well join you downstairs.”<fnf262> Official source is Find★Novel</fnf262>
The Inn’s dining room was small bit tory, with warm wooden paneling and soft lighting that created an intimate atmosphere. <b>The </b>elderly unremill couple. had prepared a simple but hearty meal. One dish in particr–a venison stew with herbs and got vegetables–reminded me powerfully of my mother i
oking during the long skan winters. Anothei, a berrypete for dessert, used the samebination of wild berries my mother would gather during the britt summer months.
We had barely settled at our table when the quiet atmosphere was disrupted by voters and footsteps approaching the entrance. The door swing open<b>, </b>admitting a group of werewolves who carried themselves with the easy confidence of those ustomed ir attention.
At their center stood a strikingly handsome man with a close–cropped red buzzcut and movie–star good looks,
He wore a form–fitting ck turtleneck beneath a tailored white zer, paired with designer jeans that seemed custom–made for his athletic build. His only essory was <b>an </b>oversized watch that looked both <b>expensive </b>and high–tech.
He scanned the small dining room, his gazending on our <b>table</b>. Recognition shed in his eyes, and a brilliant smile spread across his face.
“Adrian!” he <b>called </b>out, striding toward us with arms outstretched.
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