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.

the pure Alpha blood of the Frostfang Pack, seemed more potent than

neck mark grew warm

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

composed. “Why fear someone who’s

She wields unseen influence, manipulating from the shadows.

covertly, we have

spoke, Adelaide crushed a glass in her hand, scattering shards onto the coffee table with a nonchalant flick of her

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ears flattening instinctively, her body leaning forward in a subconscious

straightened and released

here.

“At the Warscar Training

course, in the capital, we value reason over force. Just as you invited me here to reason, not to punish–like making me stand in the sun or

her claws

felt a vague

summons–the subtle

claws bit into her

The urge to strike her, pull her hair, and stomp on her fingers

throat, her neck

flickering emotions, turned to the