A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 155

Third Person’s POV

He coughed, and the scarf around his neck bounced. Adelaide turned her head, not wanting to look directly at it. The knitting was really bad. The pattern wasn’t a bird or a bee–it was all wrinkled.

“Does he even remember who gave him that scarf?”

No way. She had to find a chance to steal it back and get rid of it.

She slurped her pasta. The spicy and smooth flavor was satisfying, but she still kept her eyes on his scarf.

She asked casually, “Alpha Lance, the knitting on your scarf is pretty bad. Did someone you know make it? You didn’t buy it, did you?”

Lance’s cheeks turned red from coughing. He drank a few sips of water to calm the spice. “This? I’ve had this scarf for a long time. I think it was a wolf pup who was just learning to knit. It was the first hand–made gift I ever got, so I couldn’t bear to throw it away. It’s just a shame I can’t remember who gave it to me.”

He sounded serious, his eyes full of regret. Clearly, he had forgotten.

Adelaide relaxed. If he had’t remembered by now, he never would.

She made up her mind to practice knitting a lot in the coming days.

“Before this, no one ever gave you a hand–made gift?” Adelaide asked. She split some beef onto his plate. “Eat up.”

He began to eat the steak slowly.

When he ate, he was graceful–nothing like the battle field. Back in the capital, everyone started caring about their image.

hand. I just buy what I need,” Lance said. He coughed again, like the spice got to

he was going to cough up his lungs. He couldn’t help but worry, “Alpha Lance has never been good with spice. Why’s

ears curled a bit from the spice. The pheromones

Why did he

non–spicy dishes in front of him. “Goddess above, I can smell your

said. He cleared his throat, but the spice still

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to cover the burning in his throat. But

pick up the smell of blood thirty miles away. How could she not see through his

of milk,” Adelaide said. She got up, opened the private room door, and asked the waiter for a bowl of

smiled, like she was coaxing a kid.

up the milk. It had a slight fishy taste;

thoughtfulness–she saw through his act and his deliberate caring, but didn’t

up a lot

the way she coaxed him to drink milk was probably how she

Pack as family,

people didn’t deserve her

flash of fierceness crossed Lance’s eyes–Solanke’s revenge on Velda

commit suicide like the son of the Western Tribe

you thinking about?” Adelaide asked when she noticed his sudden

darkened. He shook his head. “Nothing. We’ll talk about

moment, Tommy tactfully invited Beata and the others. “Let’s eat next

understood they might have something serious to discuss. She asked the

the two of