A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 148

Third Person’s POV

Others might not know, but Priscilla was well aware that Lance planned to bond with Adelaide.

“Eternal Night Lone Wolf?”

Isn’t this indirectly cursing Lance to an early death?

Though intimidated by Madison, Priscilla couldn’t help but question indignantly.

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Madison’s gaze turned cold, her wolf–head ring striking the table with a grating sound, “Priscilla, you don’t even know the truth. What are you blabbering about? Did you see me give Airella the silver wolf–head

statue?”

Priscilla’s neck gland sweated coldly from panic. She instinctively glanced at Adelaide.

The silver–blue gleam in her wolf eyes, like the fangs of an ice–plain wolf, choked back her retort.

Madison shifted her glare to Adelaide, her pheromones erupting in sulfur–tinged fury. “I have no beef with the Frostfang Pack’s Davis family. Why are you slandering me in front of everyone?”

“If you can produce that silver wolf–head statue, so be it. If not, it’s a malicious defamation, and I’ll have you blacklisted in royal circles!”

Surrounded by Lycan aura, she attempted to suppress Adelaide with royal blood.

my mother.

whether Madison gifted it, the carver from the Northern Peaks is still mining there. Verification is simple.

the table and stood, her pheromones nearly tangible with rage. “Are you forcing me to admit this? What about Eternal Night Lone Wolf? What about morality? I say your Frostfang Pack

that supposed to

wolf claws extending three inches beneath her sleeve. “Are we heartless? Or immoral? Countless enemy wolves have fallen to my family’s blades,

dropped to a lupine growl, “Princess Madison, you enjoy peace in the capital, hosting lavish birthday parties annually. My parents‘ blood and sweat are part of that peace. As royalty, you

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“disregarding sacrifices” hit hard. Madison’s face purpled

silent.

me. Unroll that scroll! Let’s

of the silver wolf–head statue meant the birthday gift likely held

shared

sighed inwardly–Adelaide’s retaliation was justified

clawed three white stripes down the silk. “I’ll unroll it! Adelaide, if there’s a curse in this

unfurled, gasps

a cluster of mountain ash bloomed quietly. The

realistic butterfly in the top–left corner seemed about

lively brushwork, blended realism and tension, clearly the

master.

work? I’ve seen his Aster series at exhibitions. The technique for depicting

She recognized the painting from the Bloodmoon

Madison’s stunned expression, she regretted

Adelaide away for Velda, losing a