A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 160

Third Person’s POV

Priscilla frowned, not grasping the implications, but instinctively sensing this might involve power struggles–a realm not her specialty.

She recalled rumors she’d heard: Lycan Luna had supposedly invited Adelaide to discuss making her the New Moon Priestess, a role desired by Lycan Erasmus.

The idea seemed absurd. Adelaide had a decent family background and striking looks, but she’d already had a partner.

Yet if the rumors held truth and Lycan Erasmus favored Adelaide, Lance’s plan to mate with her would be akin to openly challenging Lycan Erasmus–a move fraught with danger, not safety.

Priscilla studied Adelaide, entertaining the first possibility.

She remembered advising Lance to find a mate. He’d mentioned a beloved, promising to propose upon his return.

Later, when Priscilla inquired, Lance claimed his beloved had bonded with someone else.

But no- if his beloved were Adelaide, he’d have confessed before leaving, and Airella would have known.

And Airella would never have allowed Adelaide to become Ulrik’s mate.

This was puzzling.

Admiring Adelaide’s exquisite features and graceful figure, Priscilla struggled to reconcile them with Lance’s description of a she–wolf who’d savagely split someone in two.

Alpha blood of the Frostfang Pack, seemed more potent than

neck mark grew warm with

the way you insulted Madison, aren’t

remained composed. “Why fear someone who’s no longer

know her schemes. She wields unseen influence, manipulating from

openly. Our actions are just. Whether she attacks openly or covertly, we have nothing to fear. It’s she who’s vulnerable–once we uncover her secrets and weaknesses,

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wolf ears flattening instinctively, her body leaning forward

and released a wave

display battle–wolf aura here.

glance, brushing a shard from her pleated skirt. “At the Warscar Training Camp, we have

force. Just as you invited me here to reason, not to punish–like making me stand in the sun or slap me. I might tolerate it once,

glint entered Adelaide’s wolf eyes, her claws leaving faint marks

a vague unease, yet was

the last summons–the subtle threats beneath Adelaide’s

bit into her

The urge to strike her, pull

growl escaped her throat, her neck

the window, a smile playing on