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

mark

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

composed. “Why fear someone who’s no longer

“You’re too young to know her schemes. She wields unseen influence,

are just. Whether she attacks openly or covertly, we have nothing to fear. It’s she who’s vulnerable–once we

in her hand, scattering shards onto the coffee table with a nonchalant flick

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ears flattening instinctively, her body leaning forward in a subconscious show

herself, she straightened and released a wave of

aura here.

“At the Warscar

value reason over force. Just as you invited me here to reason, not to punish–like

eyes, her claws leaving faint marks on

felt a vague

the last summons–the subtle threats

bit into

to strike her, pull her hair,

escaped her throat, her neck mark

to the window, a smile playing on