A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 1

Adelaide’s POV

The council hall of the Bloodmoon Pack hummed with cedar and damp.

I shrugged off my sweat-drenched silver fox cloak, my fingers absently tracing the Moon Goddess pendant at my throat.

The bronze throne beside me yawned empty—Alpha Ulrik’s seat.

Boots echoed on stone steps before the door burst open, snowmelt and pine scent flooding in.

I knocked over the mead jug, rising to greet him, amber liquid pooling over the sheepskin map.

“You’re finally back,” I managed, my voice catching.

A year ago, we’d pledged ourselves as mates before the pack. Then the Lycan King summoned him north.

He never even marked me.

Now, as I looked at him, my mind was a tangled web.

My wolf let out a faint, rebellious snarl, catching a tangle of scents on Ulrik’s trail that made its hackles rise.

Now Ulrik stood armored and alive, his jaw set in that familiar stubborn line.

King’s declared Velda will join the Bloodmoon

in my ribs, scenting the musk of

was a warrior through and through. Will she

as I finished speaking, Ulrik’s cedar scent, laced with his Alpha aura, swept

strode past me toward the throne, the tail of his sword scabbard scraping water-soaked

sharp edge of anger.

chain snapped in my fist. The moonstone pendant clattered

and Bloodmoon would weaken…” I ground the shattered gem beneath my heel. The rain pounding outside the Packhouse suddenly roared in my ears. “Last year, on this day, you swore before her statue that my eyes were brighter

he roared, slit

hissed free, the tip lifting my damp collar. “Look at your neck. Even the

the north. I admired her. I used my campaign merits to petition the Lycan King for her place here. As my mate. Truth is, I didn’t

my flushed face reflected in the blade, memories flooding back of the East Wing collapse during the dry

nights hauling basalt in the heat—Ulrik’s

cornflower seeds in the battle reports were

her? What about the promises you made before you left for the northern tribes? You said if I fulfilled my duties as Bloodmoon’s Luna,

Ulrik’s expression turned awkward.

forget those words. When we pledged to be mates, I hadn’t met Velda yet. You were always suited to be a Luna… and now, I need

tenderness in his eyes

back to me. “She’s unlike any she-wolf I’ve ever met. I love

swallowed a fly—disgusted, but I pushed through the lump in my

Alpha and Luna—they

as former Alpha, understands its weight. Besides, they adore

actually agreed?