A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 214

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide ignored her and continued, “Second, I clearly remember your arrogant words that day. You demeaned women to worthlessness. I don’t envy you. I only look down on you. As a woman, you show no compassion for other women. Your character is truly worrying.”

Velda snorted coldly, “Is that so? With your superior combat skills back then, if you took offense at me, why not challenge me physically?”

“Because you meant nothing to me.”

Adelaide’s gaze was as deep as ink. “In my eyes back then, you were a clown. I disdained physical confrontation. You only offended me verbally, and I responded in kind. Ulrik was the one who kept breaking promises. He was my sole target.”

“Humph, you keep saying you disdained it. I don’t believe you didn’t think of killing me back then,” Velda continued to sneer.

“I know your powerful wolf packs‘ nobility–hypocritical and pseudo–noble, yet small–minded. You didn’t cause me trouble just to maintain your fake virtuous image, thinking the Bloodmoon Pack’s family would support you. But they plotted to drive you out instead.”

She raised her head, the black veil on her face swaying. “At that moment, you must have felt desperate, right? Humiliated and enraged?”

actually laughed. “What’s desperate about that place? Being

a vase off the nearby table to the floor and roared, “Ask yourself, have you

with a “clang,” shattering into countless

vase also fell,

the vase and said indifferently, “Beata, ask Valentin how much this vase cost. Have Velda compensate for it

know about the price. The vase isn’t expensive, costing about fifty thousand dollars, It’s a new model this

you dare to

already exceptional generosity. Since you and Ulrik rejected each other, the assets naturally belong to the Bloodmoon

so I have the right to

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like when they borrowed money for your ceremony, they also asked me. Since you took so much back then, shouldn’t you now contribute to upholding your virtuous reputation and help Ulrik have a

status, and Ulrik seeking

the knife in

scar on Velda’s wrist suddenly emitted

wolf–like nails tore the satin. “What’s there to be proud of as

spikes, her Moon Goddess necklace