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.

Adelaide said, adjusting her sleeve, her tone as calm as if discussing tomorrow’s

you doubt it, confront

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

in the

throaty accusation dissolved into a reluctant whimper, and

let out a broken growl. “How dare you suppress Sabrina

quirked a smile.

outside, her pupils slit like a wolf’s in the

daughter isn’t a wrist to be grabbed

and left, the room’s

but Digby didn’t appear, only sending a message via the

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

avia

1/3

message, delivered verbatim, nearly sent Rosemary

+15 Bonus

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

As a rogue, I

me. How heartless! When she

my death without his

silent, clearly displeased, feeling Luna Adelaide had

expected a tantrum, not a cutoff of

his second son, Wilmot, the young wolf

Alpha Isaiah commanded, slamming the oak table and sending moonstone dust drifting. “By any

more stress for your

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