A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 213

Adelaide’s POV

I went to bed late, so I was surprised when Beata came to report early in the morning.

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She said Velda was causing a commotion outside the pack’s borders, demanding to see me. They couldn’t drive her away, so they had no choice but to wake me.

I sat up in bed, groggy and dazed for a moment–she had actually come.

I became more alert. I communicated with my wolf and had it enhance my hearing. Sure enough, the distant noise from the pack’s borders was intense–it was Velda’s voice.

The back of my neck suddenly felt hot, and cedar pheromones escaped my control.

Velda’s pine needle scent mixed with wolfsbane lingered like an ice pick piercing the Frostfang Pack’s barrier.

Cedric made a weak whimpering sound in the next room. His silver–blue pupils narrowed into slits through the door crack, accompanied by loud shouting.

I worried that if Velda kept this up, Cedric would be upset.

Though he was much better, he was still frightened by fierce noises.

My first instinct was to grab my silver spear and drive Velda out.

But the Frostfang Pack is surrounded by powerful packs. Regardless of Velda’s antics, as the current Alpha, I must maintain dignity.

was curious what she wanted now that

but was stopped by my hand on her shoulder. “Bring her to the conference hall. I’ll

Pack. They could handle ordinary visitors, but

guards were defeated by her, it

Beata said, turning to leave. She told Jasmine to help me change and muttered something about bad

black crane cloak, her partially shifted wrist revealed an unhealed claw mark, glowing with silver–blue blood. The red coral earrings on her ears, carved with blood–moon totems, emitted

still in my semi–old uniform

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Chapter 213

It looked like snow

another snow, Cedric could have

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gloomy, the wind was biting, but it was nothing

there pierced to the core,

hall, I saw

satin skirt brushed the floor. Under her black crane cloak, her partially shifted wrist revealed an unhealed claw mark, glowing with

carved with blood–moon totems, emitted a sulfurous pheromone with her

exuding an air of nobility, but her eyes were cold,

or greet me. Her cold gaze followed

I sat down and asked,

“Did you know Ulrik is planning to mate with

an ice pick scraping over stone, her pupils

sneered inwardly. “Does she think mentioning Ulrik will

emblem on my silver spear, still carrying the blood rust from the southern border

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