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.

like a blizzard. “Princess Madison’s ‘gift‘ was long received by my mother. If guests wish to see it, they can visit the Frostfang territory. I’ll display it on the Frostfang

the carver from the Northern Peaks

nearly tangible with rage. “Are you forcing me to admit this? What

supposed

her sleeve. “Are we heartless? Or immoral? Countless enemy

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 show no gratitude to fallen warriors yet spew curses. If this gets out, how can wolf warriors dare fight for

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Madison’s face purpled with fury,

silent.

“Nonsense! Stop using this to oppress me. Unroll that scroll!

Madison, Adelaide’s mention of the silver wolf–head statue

guests shared

disliking Madison sighed inwardly–Adelaide’s

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

scroll unfurled, gasps filled

canvas, a cluster of mountain ash bloomed quietly. The butter–yellow petals‘ gradient was

the top–left corner

with its soft colors and lively brushwork, blended realism and tension, clearly the work of

master.

seen his Aster series at exhibitions. The

ached. She recognized the painting from the Bloodmoon Pack’s Packhouse

expression, she

away for Velda, losing a fortune in the