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.

the Lycan King’s declared Velda will join the Bloodmoon Pack. I’ll mark

snarled low in my ribs, scenting the

through and through. Will she

cedar scent, laced with his Alpha aura, swept

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

his voice carried a sharp edge of anger. “She’ll be my second Luna, just like you—equal in the Bloodmoon

in my fist. The moonstone pendant clattered toward

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

talking!” he roared, slit pupils narrowing as

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

north. I admired her. I used my campaign merits to petition the Lycan King for her place here. As my mate. Truth is,

the blade, memories flooding back of the East Wing collapse during

hauling basalt in the heat—Ulrik’s messengers always

the battle reports were never for

laced with sarcasm. “So you ‘admire’ her? What about the promises you made before you left for the northern tribes? You said if

Ulrik’s expression turned awkward.

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

noting the tenderness in his eyes whenever he spoke

me. “She’s unlike any she-wolf I’ve

a fly—disgusted, but I pushed

elder Alpha and

decree. My father, as

actually agreed? How