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.

Lycan King’s declared Velda will join the Bloodmoon

ribs, scenting

Velda was a warrior through and through. Will she kneel as a

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

toward the throne, the tail of his sword scabbard scraping water-soaked stone and

her as my mate,” his voice carried a sharp edge of anger. “She’ll be my second Luna, just like you—equal

chain snapped in my fist. The moonstone pendant clattered toward

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

pheromones talking!” he roared, slit pupils narrowing

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

sheathed the blade with a metallic sigh. “Velda and I fought side by side in the north. I admired her. I used my campaign merits to petition the

flushed face reflected in the blade, memories flooding back of

nights hauling basalt in the heat—Ulrik’s messengers

seeds in the

“So you ‘admire’ her? What about the promises you made before you

Ulrik’s expression turned awkward.

pledged to be mates, I hadn’t met Velda yet. You were always suited to be a Luna… and now,

watched him, noting the tenderness in his eyes whenever he spoke of

to me. “She’s unlike any she-wolf

but I pushed through

the elder Alpha

father, as former

agreed? How