A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 218

Third Person’s POV

Velda braced her hands against the ground. Her mint–green pheromones turned sour, and the healing mark on the back of her neck itched sharply.

Her wolf cowered in her mind, ears drooping and tail curled nervously between her legs.

She shouted, “Stop! Please stop!”

As Adelaide bent down, silver–blue blood seeped from her knuckles. Her cedar pheromones, laced with the chill of fir, pressed against the floor.

Her pupils slit into dark gold, and the wolf–head pendant on her collarbone grew hot. “Can’t take it anymore? You once sneered at she–wolves who fought over Alphas. So why are you here today? To have me persuade Gloria not to mate with Ulrik?” Adelaide’s voice was sharp. “Remember this, Velda. Your past arrogance is now matched by your humiliation.”

A broken howl escaped Velda’s throat, her mint–green pheromones thrown into chaos.

She trembled, wanting to retort but reminded of her recent fights with Ulrik over his plan to bond with Gloria.

Her nails elongated instinctively, scraping sparks against the stone floor. “I didn’t—”

Adelaide’s wolf eyes blazed, her moon goddess necklace flaring with silver light.

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The Frostfang Pack Alpha’s aura pierced Velda’s neck like an ice pick. “Remember well–those deaths are on you. Be grateful I’ve left the Frostfang Pack. Without my family’s rules, I’d tear you to pieces.”

Opening the door, Adelaide found the snow had turned into a heavy downfall. Snowflakes like salt grains blanketed the ground, the sky dark and the snow falling faster.

“Compensate the fifty thousand for the vase,

Velda shuddered with fear.

knew Adelaide’s threat

her pockets and said helplessly, “I don’t have the money

the treasurer draft a fifty–thousand–dollar IOU.

acknowledged and left to

Frostfang Pack’s Beta,

Frostfang Pack’s square, leaning against a pillar, gasping for

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her tattered cloak, exposing the wolfsbane–scarred mark on her

her forehead glistened with

utter despair alternating with futile attempts to regain her former dignity before Adelaide, which she couldn’t even stand straight to

eyes, their screams merging with the curses of the Western Tribe’s royal heir–the one whose glands

cold back then, even

against the pillar, bile

her fingers, dyeing

not meet Adelaide’s gaze again–those icy eyes

was a truth she

sought glory at the Bloodscar

transformed from an ordinary warrior’s

as inferior, yet knew her birth was