A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 8

Adelaide’s POV

The moonstone on the bronze candelabra cast a silverleaf grass scent through the air. I took a deep breath–time to stop beating

around the bush.

Once Beata left, I said, “Please, have a seat.”

Velda wore a wine–red pleated skirt, a wolf–tooth pendant symbolizing her battle merits gleaming at her throat.

When she sat, her bloodmoon sigil belt clinked against the basalt chair. The pendant caught the moonlight, making the fang seem almost alive against the night sky.

Velda wasn’t classically beautiful, but her sharp features and the killing edge honed in northern tribes radiated a shifter warrior’s

Jura

“Frostfang’s last scion,” she said, her slit pupils like poisoned blades. “Hear you wanted to see me. I’m here. One question–Will you coexist with me in Bloodmoon?”

Her tone was unyielding, a low growl warning in her throat. “Give me the truth. Playing weak won’t work on me.”

I met her gaze. “Lycan Luna Clarissa called you every she–wolf’s pride. How about this–do I have a choice besides coexisting?”

Velda’s reply was ice. “Depends on you.”

sound that caught her off guard, a flicker of surprise

for coexisting peacefully,” I

severed, we’ll have no

her teeth in a predator’s grin. “I told you, don’t lie. Think putting on this meek act will change

mind?”

nape glands flared hot. “Watch your tone, Velda,” I growled,

a flicker of Alpha aura

her ears sprouting

let her

rip through battle like you,” I continued. “Does that make the rest of us

to honor me as your only mate.

paint me as

Makes me look like a scavenger

We never meant to hurt you. You’re still Luna Adelaide. Once Velda and

shot to my feet, claws elongating three inches. “What

want pups of your

to Velda, “And you

with you,”

she said, “I don’t do jealousy. Have your pups, secure your future. His

concern.”

threatening growl rumbled in her