A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 11

Adelaide’s POV

After talking with Beata, she prepared afternoon tea for me.

The glass container held homemade vanilla ice cream, its sweet scent mingled with fresh blueberries Beata had just picked.

Our shadows on the basalt countertop were shattered by the loud crash of iron armor.

“Adelaide!” Ulrik’s howl made the starlight chandelier above tremble. “How long do you plan to keep up

this farce?”

“Beata,” I said, watching the melting ice cream–a three–hour labor of love from Beata–slip down the counter, “clean

glass. Ulrik and I need to talk.”

Once Beata’s footsteps faded upstairs, I looked up at the Alpha, his hackles raised. “Want to discuss Shaman Digby?”

Ulrik’s slit pupils burned crimson. “How dare you?”

up

the

I smirked, unleashing my wolf’s aura.

Why sh

ask why the most reputable shaman, Digby, refused to treat Luna

claw

to Digby to stop him from treating my mother–all

won’t work.”

unleashed cedar pheromones, thick with Alpha aura. “Adelaide, I

wolf!”

and cruel, I’d never

into sharp points that pressed against his throat. The height difference forced me to look. up at him,

ice spikes piercing his

you reject me?”

Adam’s apple bobbed, a suppressed wolfish howl caught in his throat–this question seemed to have

mind.

“What?”

this much, why won’t you reject me? Because you can’t. You claim: Velda’s your true mate, yet you won’t sever our bond. The Moon Goddess forbids two mates–so why cling to

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froze, at a loss

‘Failure to nurture offspring‘ sounds good–or how about ‘endangering family health“? Your mother’s failing wolf spirit is

with sulfur–a sign

rubbed the Bloodmoon sigil on his sleeve, fresh blood seeping from palm

exhaustion. “Ask for anything

“Coward,” I said clearly.

warriors respect my father’s

Ulrik’s face darkened.