A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 231

Chapter 231

Third Person’s POV

Priscilla gazed at the painting for a while, resting her chin on her hand, when suddenly she became anxious. Though she knew little about art, she understood these oil paintings were invaluable.

If she sent them to Madison as demanded, they’d likely never return.

Yet refusing might provoke who–knows–what schemes from Madison and her daughter.

Before long, a messenger arrived and said, “A message from Alpha Adelaide: if the ladies wish to continue viewing the paintings, they’re invited to the Frostfang Pack. She and Mr. Neil await them graciously.

“I’m in!”

Doug’s granddaughter Abigail blurted out without a second thought, decorum forgotten.

The chance to meet Mr. Neil–what did propriety matter?

Lycan Erasmus was also there, and many genuinely wished to meet Mr. Neil. They all agreed to go.

An omega asked Priscilla, “Shall I prepare the carriage?”

Priscilla was torn. As the host, she’d lost the focus of the event to the Frostfang Pack.

Now Lycan Erasmus and the Royal Council members were there. If she didn’t go, she’d seem petty.

“Prepare the carriage,” she gritted out.

suddenly realized–had

was her banquet, yet the spotlight had shifted to the

the

back. She had to go. If Adelaide dared to offend Lycan Erasmus and the officials,

her

arm, smiling warmly:

braced for a cold reception but

e help

her seniority–it was only proper to be treated this way–and

government officials, and even

to greet Priscilla,

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spirits lifted–while she often mingled with nobility, interactions with

her earlier annoyance, returning their courtesies and taking her

joint acclaim from government officials

warmed her to Adelaide, though she’d

Frostfang Pack’s omega served England–style tea and retreated, Craig approached Adelaide and

suppressed a laugh–who said Craig was

the same pack eventually. She’s the mother of your future mate. Confrontation won’t serve

the royalty here, you’ll interact with them often. Today’s exhibition. paves the way

helplessness–did Craig really see her as so

from the Shadow Peaks, she’d diligently studied

her year in the Bloodmoon Pack, she’d mastered

others, but concern for Cedric, that made her restrain her sharp edges. Even Priscilla

gaze locked on each oil painting as if in a trance. He

Who’s qualified to

away. “Admire something else. I wish to savor these alone. So many gathered here for a