Crowned by Fate (Skye) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Skye: PUV

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 į 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 our ladies suffer. He winked at Lydia, 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 alive 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 the larger establishments.

“What’s happening over there? Lasked, gesturing toward the commotion

Lydia glanced in that direction, her melodic voice tinged with surprise. “You don’t know? That’s Silverscreen Pack–Alpha Xavier and his entourage · She adjusted her mask slightly. “Xavier is quite famous among younger wolves, especially females. They say even his battle gear becomes fashion statements the moment he wear them.”

Adrian chuckled 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, Adrian explained, his amber eyes reflecting memories from a time before I knew him. “He had a flair for the dramatic even then.”

I gestured away from the crowded 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 warm and reassuring, a silent reminder of our new

connection.

After nearly an hour of searching, we finally found a small, tucked away inn on the outskirts of the main district. The establishment was modest but clean, run by an elderly werewolf couple who greeted us with genuine warmth. They offered us four individual rooms along the same hallway, with Adrian’s directly adjacent to mine.

Since last night, when Adrian had formally asked me to be his mate, he’d abandoned any pretense of keeping our relationship professional in public. His casual touches, the way his gaze lingered on me it all spoke of a man no longer hiding his feelings.

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, you know,” he suggested, his voice low and intimate. There’s no need for pretense anymore.”

I folded a shirt, avoiding his intense gaze. “I don’t want you distracted. You barely slept last night…

He moved closer, leaning down to whisper in my vat, “It was only

ly three times. Hardly enough to affect my performance.”

Heat rushed to my face instantly, memories of our night together flashing vividly in my mind. I busied myself with the clothes, trying to hide my embarrassment.

Adrian’s fingers gently caught my chin, turning my face toward his. His expression had grown serious. “Were you really okay earlier? When you saw Leon? I felt something… different from you.”

I sighed, unable to lie to him completely. “It’s been four years since I last saw him. I thought I was over my anger, but apparently not. Seeing him again stitted up more emotions than I expected.” I placed my hand over his. But dont worry–I wont let my personal feelings interfere with the election.”

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Chapter 102

Aditan lasted shout to say more when tydia appeared at the open doorway.

Dinner is ready downnales, the announced, her gåre 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.”

The Inn’s dining room was small bit tory, with warm wooden paneling and soft lighting that created an intimate atmosphere. The elderly unremill couple. had prepared a simple but hearty meal. One dish in particular–a venison stew with herbs and got vegetables–reminded me powerfully of my mother i

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