A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 10

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide nodded. “Certainly, but I’ll need Alpha Ulrik to sign an IOU first.”

“Absurd!” Rosemary snapped.

Adelaide leaned in, her voice soft as she steadied Rosemary’s back. “Don’t overexert yourself. Your herbs only last five days, and Shaman Digby won’t return after that.”

“What did you say?” Rosemary’s

bony claws dug into Adelaide’s wrist, her moonstone bracelet biting into the skin.

Luna Rosemary had forgotten Adelaide’s Frostfang Alpha blood.

As aura mounted, Adelaide’s muscles instinctively tensed.

Sabrina seized the moment, shoving Adelaide’s shoulder. The second her fingers made contact, a wave of Alpha aura erupted

from Adelaide.

Sabrina stumbled backward, knocking over a chair. Her golden–tipped ears flared in terror, pupils shrinking to slits under the moonlight–she’d caught the unmistakable scent of Alpha dominance.

“You you used aura on me?”

Adelaide examined the red marks on her wrist, her pheromones lingering like an invisible caress.

Rosemary gasped, releasing her grip as if she’d touched burning opal, her withered claws trembling in the air.

as calm as if discussing tomorrow’s patrol. “Shaman Digby

doubt it,

the fading temporary mark on Adelaide’s neck–a stark contrast to the meek Luna who once

in the

throaty accusation dissolved into a reluctant whimper, and under

a broken growl. “How dare you suppress Sabrina

quirked a smile. “Wouldn’t dream

blood moon outside, her pupils slit like a wolf’s

a wrist to be grabbed

left,

but Digby didn’t appear, only

refused to belleve Shaman Digby wouldn’t come. He’d delivered medicine yesterday and

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message, delivered verbatim, nearly sent

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relayed Digby’s message, “Don’t call me again. Bloodmoon’s actions are disheartening. Treating

As a rogue, I answer

“She must’ve ordered Digby to stop treating me. How heartless! When

plotting my death

silent, clearly displeased, feeling

tantrum, not a cutoff of his mate’s medicine–this was

his second son, Wilmot, the young wolf was gnawing on a dried

oak table and sending moonstone

more stress for your

bolted out, aware Adelaide’s “outbursts” weren’t baseless, but