A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 230

Third Person’s POV

Rowena’s words sent Priscilla’s fir pheromones surging. She was proud yet tinged with guilt.

She’d snubbed Adelaide on purpose, but Adelaide didn’t seem to mind, even sending her a fine oil painting.

This made Priscilla see Adelaide as tactful and magnanimous.

In contrast, she felt petty.

Spotting envy in the Full Moon Priestesses‘ eyes, she warmed to Adelaide–just a little.

Madison and her daughter glanced at the painting, also stunned. But since it wasn’t theirs, they had to nitpick.

Madison, disregarding decorum time and again, shed her usual pretense of refinement.

Her rose pheromones, laced with acidity, flared as she stood before the oil painting. Her vertically slit pupils narrowed to a thin line, and her wolf claws subconsciously scratched the gilded frame. She said, “Craig excels at plum blossoms. If he truly wanted to impress you, he’d gift a plum–themed painting. This snowy scene is just an afterthought,” she remarked.

She released royal musk pheromones, but Priscilla’s fir scent shot back, “I don’t care for flowers.”

Madison’s words fell on deaf ears–like a punch into a cushion. What did this woman know?

were the true

reported, “The Frostfang Pack has sent several oil paintings. They said they knew you were hosting

said excitedly,

erupted as guards

The atmosphere ignited.

powerful packs and spouses

painting appreciation was a rarefied social activity, and

guests knew Adelaide,

grace and generosity–sending gifts

plum–themed

city gate, their

1/2

Chapter 230

neck

stood in knee–deep snow, chapped–lipped and

painting was incredibly lifelike, almost as if one could witness firsthand how the werewolf soldiers stood

of their blood. Both soldiers

Adelaide, reminding all that Adelaide was Alpha Bentley’s

now filled with respect,

Madison sneered, “Danger accompanies privilege. Their front–line risks

sharply retorted, “Would you accept such status if it