Crowned by Fate (Skye) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Adrian’s POV

After a moment, I rose, lifting her gently.

“Come on,” I said, carrying her to the bathroom. The mall shower was cramped, but I didn’t care.

1 turned on the warm water, guiding her under the spray. She leaned into me, her body soft and pliant,

I traced the curve of her shoulder, the dip of her waist, the soft skin of her thighs, cleaning away the evidence of our joining hut savoring the way my scent lingered on her.

She watched me, her gray green eyes soft, a small s

smile playing on her Eps. “You’re thorough,” she teased, her voice boarse.

“I want you comfortable,” I said, kissing her forehead. I lingered on her neck, where my scent was strongest, a quiet claim that made my chest tighter.

I loved how the smelled of me now, like she belonged to me completely

Back in bed, I wrapped her in a towel, then pulled her into my arms, drying her hair with gentle strokes. Her skin was warm, h

her body relaxed against min and I felt a fierce protectiveness.

This was her first time, and I’d wanted it to be right, to show her how much she meant to me. Her pleasure, her trust–it was everything.

We slipped under the covers, her head resting on my chest. Her breathing slowed, but I sensed a tension in her.

“You nervous?” asked, my voice low.

“A little,” she admitted, her fingers tracing circles on my skin. “The election… it’s so much.”

I tilted her chin, meeting her eyes,

“I’ll win, Skye,” I said, my.

voice firm with conviction. “For Nadia, for the pack, for us. I’ll win, and we’ll build the future we want. Together.”

She nodded, a small smile breaking through. “Together,” the echoed, nestling closer.

I held her, my mate, as sleep pulled us under, her warmth anchoring me. For the first time in month, I felt whole, ready to face whatever came next.

A sharp knock at the door jolted us awake, the sound cutting through the early morning stillness.

“Who is it?” I called, already sliding from the bed, reaching for my discarded jean.

“Its Ryder,” came the reply, muffled through the door. “Is Skye there? I came to help with her luggage-

I pulled on my pants and crossed to the door, opening it just enough to see Ryder’s face. His expression shifted from impatience to shock as he registered my state of undress, my scent mingled with Skye’s, and the unmistakable evidence of what had transpired between us.

“Alpha Adrian,” he said, his voice carefully neutral despite the surprise in his eyes. “I was looking for Skye. I came to help her with the luggage for our flight.”

1 glanced back at the clock on Skye’s wall. Isn’t it & bit early for that?”

A hint of his old humor flickered across Ryder’s Jace. “Alpha, it’s almost eight. You’re usually up by Six”

| ran a hand through my tousled hair, suddenly aware of how this must look. Behind me, I heard Skye moving around, likely getting devised.

“Ryder, do you want to join us for breakfast Skye called from inside the apartment, her voice remarkably composed. “We can get the lumen that we

Ryder shook his head, taking a step back. No need. I’ll go get Lydia and meet you at the airfield, He turned to trave, but I prochét gy

Chapter 100

“Ryder, about Skye and me. I began, unsure how in explain to this young wolf who had once openly competed for her attention.

To my surprise, he didn’t tract with jealousy of anger.

I understand, Alpha,” he said quietly. Some things aren’t meant to he fuced. I think I always knew she belonged with you. Right now, I just want to forut on making you Alpha King. That’s what matters most.”

I watched him walk away, struck by his growth. The boy who had once challenged me an brazenly |

had become a man I could truly rely on.

Two hours of driving and a three–hour flight later, aived at Silvercrest Mountain in southeastern Wisconsin–the ancient, neutral territory where werewolves had conducted Alpha King elections for centuries.

This sacred location had been chosen by the earliest North American packs precisely because of the area’s powerful connection to wolf spints.

The

e mountain itself was a majestic sight, tising above a sprawling forest like a sentinel watching over the werewolf world.

Snow capped its peaks despite the relatively wild November weather, and the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lodge–style buildings that had

been constructed at its base.

The election grounds consisted of several structures–a central arena where physical challenges would take place, a grand hall for political debates and ceremonies, and several smaller buildings for accommodations and meetinic.

It was nearly six in the evening when our group reached the Silver Moon Lodge, a centuries–old establishment built exclusively for werewolves.

Winter darkness had already descended, the forest around us black and impenetrable beyond the lights of the complex.

After the long journey, all any of us wanted was to check into our pre–booked rooms and rest before tomorrow’s opening ceremonies.

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