A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 170

hapter 170

Third Person’s POV

Two more steps and she could cross the threshold, but the mark on the back of her neck suddenly flared with pain.

Her nail–hardened claws dug deep into the doorframe, instantly leaving five silver–blue bloodstreaks on the ironwood panel.

From the living room wafted Mallory’s pheromones–a mix of chicory and ambergris, the oppressive aura of a high–ranking Alpha that made her wolf ears flatten involuntarily.

She heard Valentine entertaining Mallory, whose deep and authoritative voice gave only curt replies.

As Adelaide adjusted her breathing, a faint wolfish whine escaped her throat.

After several attempts to composed herself, she finally appeared at the entrance to the living room.

Upon entering, she kept her eyes downcast and greeted him, “Mr. Pahari.”

Mallory rose, nodded in acknowledgment, and replied, “Miss Davidson, how have you been?”

The deliberately formal address hung between them, laden with awkwardness.

“I’ve been managing,” Adelaide said, her voice trembling slightly. “Please, have a seat.”

Mallory gestured for her to sit as well.

Once they were both seated, Beta Valentine retreated to the doorway, where the glaring sunlight suddenly stabbed at his eyes.

servants dared not

leaving the two of them alone in the living room, engulfed in an uneasy

quell the surging emotions and dispel the visions of bloodshed- a pain that would likely haunt their families

broke the silence first, “I spotted you at the royal banquet after the

gone straight from the parade to the

but tears dropped onto her hand as she cast her eyes down, her voice strained. “I must have been a

clogged as if with cotton, his voice deep and muffled, “Everyone in the Davidson family would be proud of

on her knees, clenched into fists. She swallowed past the lump in

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her face away, her voice choked as she acknowledged his

his visit. Perhaps neither family was ready

other so soon.

him struggled to hold back

had tasted battle and slain enemies with her own hands, she remained the most vulnerable in

cherished jewel of her family, she

had grown wings strong enough to shield herself from external foes,

that

it was time to confront the past; otherwise, the pain

the past. One must look forward. I heard

her eyes

throat, and continued, “We only learned later that you and Ulrik had

voice muffled as if stuffed with

days, accusing you of forming a mate bond with Ulrik during your mourning period. The public outcry against you has been fierce. However,

whether you wish to address this publicly or resolve it

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