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?

to inform you—you

leave without a backward

walked back to my cottage through

felt lonelier now. I used

Now I understood.

omega from Frostfang,

clothes, I sat at the vanity to comb my

in

sniffled. “Luna Adelaide, Alpha Ulrik is such a

off,” I snapped, shooting her a glare. “He never marked me. That temporary bite on my neck? Just a scratch. He’s not my real mate.

ledger?” Beata

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

ear. “But the alliance—Luna Airella arranged it.

made my fangs pierce

for

into battle for the Lycan

of them died three years ago

had brothers—enough that I’d never inherit. Yet

I learned hunting, fighting, strategy—from

found my wolf and shifted

was shattered. Alpha Bentley

wolf withered without

strong pups under the full

felt carved out. No tears—just a howl