A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 2

Adelaide’s POV

“Alpha Ulrik, you seem to forget I’m the daughter of the Frostfang’s Alpha. Alpha blood runs through my veins…”

Ulrik cut me off with a snort. “You grew up shielded by your parents and pack. You’ve never seen war’s teeth, never faced a real battle. Velda despises soft wolves like you. I’m sparing you the humiliation of her tongue.”

I lifted my chin, voice steady as the north wind. “If she insults me, I’ll let it slide. Keeping the bigger picture in mind is Luna’s first duty, isn’t it? You said yourself I’m perfect for the role.”

He raked a hand through his rain-damp hair. “Why court trouble? The Lycan King’s orders stand. Even as my Luna, Velda won’t interfere with pack management. She disdains everything you value.”

“Do I cling so desperately to being Bloodmoon’s Luna?” I countered, fingers tightening around the comb in my grip.

Ulrik was a fearless fighter, but managing a pack? It was not his strong suit.

The former Luna’s wolf was failing—Digby’s potions were the only thing keeping her alive, and they were expensive.

Running the pack cost a fortune—food, medicine, everything.

Bloodmoon’s accounts were practically empty.

For the past year, it had been my Frostfang assets keeping them afloat.

And this was the thanks I got?

done talking. I just had to inform you—you

without a backward

to my cottage through the

from the Packhouse, felt lonelier now. I used to wonder why

Now I understood.

from Frostfang,

of my rain-soaked clothes, I sat at the vanity to comb my

filled Beata in on

sniffled. “Luna Adelaide, Alpha Ulrik is such a jerk. He’s your mate—how

That temporary bite on my neck? Just a scratch. He’s not my real mate.

Beata

“Dense much? If Bloodmoon’s Alpha treats me like dirt, why stick around as their

ear. “But the alliance—Luna Airella

name made my fangs pierce

with my mom for life—they

into battle for the

died three years ago in

had brothers—enough that I’d never inherit. Yet Dad, Alpha Bentley, still sent me to

Peaks, I learned hunting, fighting, strategy—from

fifteen, I found my wolf and shifted for the

shattered. Alpha Bentley and my

wolf withered without her

me, she whispered, “Find a strong Alpha. Birth strong

felt carved out. No tears—just a howl stuck in my