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.

Adelaide merely chuckled, her cedar pheromones bursting like a blizzard. “Princess Madison’s ‘gift‘ was long received by my mother. If guests wish to see it, they can

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

rage. “Are you forcing me to admit this? What about Eternal Night Lone Wolf?

that supposed to

“Are we heartless? Or immoral? Countless enemy wolves have fallen to my

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 show no gratitude to fallen warriors yet spew

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hit hard. Madison’s face purpled with fury,

silent.

this to oppress me. Unroll that scroll! Let’s see if she’s cursed

mention of the silver wolf–head statue meant the

shared

sighed inwardly–Adelaide’s retaliation was

the silk. “I’ll

unfurled, gasps

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

the top–left corner seemed about to take

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

master.

“Is this Craig’s work? I’ve seen his Aster series at exhibitions.

She recognized the painting from

Madison’s stunned expression, she

away for Velda, losing a fortune