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.

fifty thousand for the vase, then leave and never return. Or I

Velda shuddered with fear.

knew Adelaide’s threat

checked her pockets and said

coolly, “have the treasurer draft a fifty–thousand–dollar IOU.

acknowledged

Beta, his pheromones radiated

stumbled out of the Frostfang Pack’s square, leaning against a

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her tattered cloak, exposing the wolfsbane–scarred

cold, yet her forehead glistened with cold

of utter despair alternating with futile attempts to regain

Snowdeer Town flickered before her eyes, their screams merging with the curses of the Western Tribe’s royal heir–the one

so cold back then, even

against the pillar, bile rising in

fingers, dyeing the

again–those icy

was a truth she didn’t

sought glory at

top honors, she transformed from an

arrogant, viewing others as inferior, yet