A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

The ruby necklace had six rubies in the pendant, with the middle one shaped like a wolf’s head.

It was fancy, not the type you’d find in a regular store–more like something a top jewelry brand would make.

Adelaide quickly stood and waved her hands. “Nope, this is way too nice. I can’t take this.”

“Miss Davidson!” Rowena grabbed her hand, looking serious. “You gotta take this. This necklace was never really mine. It always belonged to your Frostfang Pack.”

Adelaide was stunned. “Belonged to our pack? What do you

mean?”

Rowena let out a soft sigh. “It goes back three years to the only private chat I ever had with your mom.”

Hearing it was about her mom, Adelaide urged her to sit down and explain.

Rowena began to recount how she’d ordered the necklace at a high–end jewelry workshop.

She said, “I had this ruby necklace reserved at a high–end jewelry workshop. I gave it a down payment and agreed to pick it up three months later. But when I went to collect it, I found your mother in the store, and she was holding the very same necklace.”

I was mad–mostly at the workshop. I’d ordered it, and they shouldn’t have

was puzzled. The Jewelry Workshop was the biggest in the capital. How could they do such a thing? And Rowena was the old Luna of the

another customer?

“That ruby necklace was reserved by you. The workshop

was reluctant to part with the necklace that day, but after I made my case,

more to the story

Rowena said, “Once I got the necklace home, I realized my custom necklace had five rubies, not

workshop and found out the craftsman working on my necklace had messed up and fled, taking my

out it was custom–made by your mother for the Frostfang Pack’s Full Moon Ceremony. The workshop didn’t explain because other customers were present, and it wasn’t the

next day to explain, but I realized something was off and

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to ask questions first, which is how I found out

surprised. Her mother valued this necklace

the workshop and asked them to give it back to your mother. But they said your mother had bought other jewelry, and she sent word that since I liked it, she’d give it

a necklace I’d worn couldn’t be used for the ceremony anymore, so she let

but it’s always bothered me. As for your Davidson family… Well, I hope you don’t mind that I’ve worn it. Please accept this

knew the whole story, I’ve kept this necklace in my private vault. It’s

telling the truth. This

in her hand, her thumb tracing the patterns