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.

a blizzard. “Princess Madison’s ‘gift‘ was long received by my mother. If guests wish to

at her waist. “As for whether Madison gifted it, the carver from the Northern Peaks is still mining there.

pheromones nearly tangible with rage. “Are you forcing me to admit this? What about Eternal Night Lone Wolf? What about morality?

that supposed

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

parties annually. My parents‘ blood and sweat are part of that peace. As royalty, you show no gratitude to fallen

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Madison’s face purpled with fury,

silent.

me. Unroll that scroll! Let’s see if she’s cursed me in

of the silver wolf–head statue meant the

shared this

Madison sighed inwardly–Adelaide’s retaliation was justified

longer contain herself. She snatched the scroll and clawed three white stripes down the silk. “I’ll unroll it!

the scroll unfurled, gasps filled the

cluster of mountain ash bloomed quietly. The butter–yellow petals‘ gradient

butterfly in the top–left corner seemed

brushwork, blended realism and tension,

master.

seen his Aster series at exhibitions. The technique for depicting petal gradients matches perfectly!

She recognized the painting

expression, she

Velda, losing a fortune in