A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 150

Third Person’s POV

Hearing it was a genuine Craig piece, Lance immediately grasped what had transpired.

Silent, he scanned the crowd with a cold gaze.

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Doug’s eyes were red–rimmed, his lips quivering as he demanded, “Why tear it? Who did this? Huh?”

Guests glanced at Madison, none daring to speak.

Priscilla, about to talk, was silenced by Madison’s icy stare–better to keep a low profile and let things settle.

Adelaide declared loudly, “I’m Adelaide Davidson. This painting was my gift to Princess Madison. Veronica doubted its authenticity, and in her fury, Wanda tore it. Miss Watson insisted it’s genuine, prompting Madison to summon Mr. Watson for authentication.”

Lance inwardly sighed, his suspicions confirmed.

Priscilla stared at Adelaide in shock–she’d offended Veronica in a single sentence!

This woman was mad, taking on Madison and her daughter, now even provoking the Silverfeather Pack’s

Luna.

the Alphas present

painting based solely on suspicion? What if it was real? The truth now clear, their recklessness was

low in his throat, his wolf–claws clenched on the table out of sheer discipline–he was heartbroken over the

Ansley, realizing his Luna Veronica had misjudged the

was a mask of stern composure, though her

Craig original after the “Eternal Night Lone Wolf” statue

the elusive

tapped the wolf–head armrest rhythmically. “Hunt, escort our guests to the banquet hall. The feast

released calming pheromones and guided the lamenting

returned the ruined painting to the Omega’s hands, sighing, “If Craig knew his work was

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discomfort, he left early, untouched even by the banquet’s

Doug’s departure, Abigail also took

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mother had long sensed Madison’s hostility toward Adelaide and wished to

conflict.

I’ve upset Princess Madison today. Consider this birthday gift withdrawn.

from the Omega and scanned the full–moon priestess and Veronica–their

wolf–carved armrest, her knuckles

family’s dignity, yet today she’d been publicly humiliated during an

rolled up the painting, Madison suddenly spoke, her voice laced with ice, “Rosemary, Shaman Digby was here

focus abruptly shifted to Rosemary, the old Luna

heart sank as her wolf–claws clenched in her skirt–this was bad! If Digby was summoned and, with his