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?

lost his patience. “Forget it. I’m done talking. I just had to inform you—you can agree or not, but it won’t change

him turn and leave without a

my cottage through the

from the Packhouse, felt lonelier now. I

Now I understood.

from Frostfang,

clothes, I

filled Beata in on

Adelaide, Alpha Ulrik is such a jerk. He’s your mate—how could he

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. Now fetch the Frostfang asset

the ledger?” Beata wiped

“Dense much? If Bloodmoon’s Alpha treats me

the alliance—Luna Airella arranged it. Alpha Bentley

mother’s name made my fangs

mom for life—they had six sons and

dad into

of them died three years

I’d never inherit. Yet Dad, Alpha Bentley, still sent me to

I learned hunting, fighting, strategy—from the

found my wolf

Alpha Bentley and my brothers—all gone

withered without her

whispered, “Find a strong Alpha. Birth strong pups under the full moon. You’re my last

carved out. No tears—just a howl