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.

carrying the pure Alpha blood of the Frostfang Pack,

neck mark

Madison’s party, Priscilla asked, “After the way you insulted Madison, aren’t you

someone who’s no longer

too young to know her schemes. She wields unseen influence, manipulating from the

covertly, we have nothing to fear. It’s she who’s vulnerable–once we uncover

crushed a glass in her hand, scattering shards onto the coffee

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started, her wolf ears flattening instinctively, her body leaning forward in a subconscious

and released a wave of

here. This is

from her pleated skirt. “At the Warscar Training Camp, we have a rule–we don’t attack unless attacked.

me here to reason, not to punish–like making me stand in the sun or slap me. I

Adelaide’s wolf eyes, her claws leaving faint marks on

felt a vague unease, yet

hinted at the last summons–the subtle

bit into her

to strike her, pull her hair, and

growl escaped her throat, her neck mark

turned to the