A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 8

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.”

off guard, a flicker

for coexisting peacefully,” I said

we’ll have

told you, don’t lie. Think putting on this meek act will change

mind?”

hot. “Watch your tone, Velda,”

Alpha aura escape–enough to make Ulrik’s

Velda’s pupils slit, her ears sprouting

to let her

through battle like you,” I continued. “Does that make the

“You swore before the Moon Goddess to honor me as your

paint me as

“Blood oaths, huh? Makes me look like a scavenger hyena

wrong, but now my heart’s with her. We never meant

claws elongating three inches. “What did you say? You want me to raise your

you want pups of your

to Velda, “And you agree

done with you,” he

but she said, “I don’t do jealousy. Have your pups,

concern.”

low, threatening growl

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