A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 215

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide stood up and stepped through the water on the floor, approaching Velda one step at a time.

She bent down and whispered into Velda’s ear, “Hasn’t Solanke’s revenge woken you up yet? Do you still think you’re the kingdom’s top female Gamma? Velda, you’re nothing. Ulrik mated with you out of novelty. If he truly valued you, he’d give you the Luna position, not make you a breeder.”

Velda’s face turned pale. “He’s keeping some face for you, but I don’t care about status.”

Adelaide grabbed her collar, then let go and smoothed it out.

Her voice was icy cold. “Do you think I need his face? And what have you gained by not caring about status? You came here to show off, thinking I’d hold back for my reputation?”

Her fingers gripped Velda’s chin, applying so much pressure that Velda’s tears welled up.

“Killing you would be too easy. But I want you to live and see the day you become the very woman you despise–one who understands the bitterness of a woman’s role in a family.”

Velda struggled and shouted, “Let me go!”

Adelaide didn’t release her, forcing her to look up. “Why do you think it’s safe to provoke me? Is it because I dissolved the bond quickly, making me seem weak? Or do you think every woman is still pining for Ulrik, so you come to vent your frustrations on me? You’re afraid to trouble the Ironclaw Pack but dare to come here? Luna Cynthia and Gloria are always polite to me.”

saw ruthlessness

Adelaide, who truly didn’t want

family’s massacre are unrelated,” she

or not, you know the truth,” Adelaide said,

get out of the Frostfang Pack. Bother me again, and

jaw ached, but Adelaide

southern border, you could have sent troops to save me but didn’t. You left me to suffer. I always thought it was because you resented

heartless man isn’t worth my time. To

not care? After all you did for the Bloodmoon Pack,

Adelaide’s arm, her demeanor turning humble. “Love

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and bond with a she–wolf he has no affection for. Go to him. If you tell him not to mate with Gloria, he

at yourself, Velda. You’ve

it’s different,” Velda said, breathing hard and

can’t accept him mating with Gloria. She’s a

let Ulrik mark you on the battlefield. You’re the real tramp. In terms of morals, you and Ulrik are

The insult enraged Velda.

at Adelaide’s