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 she

banquet, yet the spotlight

few paintings had turned the tide,

go. If Adelaide dared

Adelaide greeted her personally at the

carriage, Adelaide offered her arm, smiling warmly: “Watch your step. I you

reception but was

e help

be treated this way–and accepted the assistance,

the conference hall, Lycan Erasmus, the Royal Council President, numerous government officials, and even her son Lance, were present. Lance was conversing with a handsome

rose to greet Priscilla,

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mingled with nobility, interactions with political figures

and she promptly dismissed her earlier annoyance, returning their courtesies and taking her

joint acclaim from government officials and the legendary painter Mr.

warmed her to Adelaide, though she’d never admit it beyond a grudging

Adelaide and murmured, “Excessive flattery can be the surest way to undermine

a laugh–who said Craig was oblivious to social

pack eventually. She’s the mother of your future

the way for you. I hope you don’t disappoint my intentions. Try not to resort to force in

a mix of gratitude and helplessness–did

the Shadow

Bloodmoon Pack, she’d mastered

that made

his gaze locked on each oil painting as if

Who’s qualified to critique Mr.

I wish to savor these alone. So many gathered here