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.

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solely on suspicion? What if it was real? The

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

realizing his Luna Veronica had misjudged the painting’s authenticity, his pheromones

was a mask of stern composure, though

original after the “Eternal Night

expected Adelaide’s schoolmate to be the elusive master whose works the royal family

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

pheromones and guided

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

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left early, untouched even by the banquet’s

Doug’s departure, Abigail also

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sensed Madison’s hostility toward Adelaide and wished to keep the family out of

conflict.

upset Princess Madison today. Consider this

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

fingers dug into the wolf–carved armrest, her knuckles whitening with

yet today she’d been publicly

her voice laced with ice, “Rosemary, Shaman Digby was here earlier. Why

focus abruptly shifted to Rosemary, the old Luna of

sank as her wolf–claws clenched in her skirt–this was bad! If Digby was summoned and, with his notorious sharp tongue, revealed more embarrassing