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 walked into Adelaide’s

banquet, yet the spotlight had shifted

the tide,

there was no turning back. She had to go. If Adelaide dared to offend Lycan Erasmus

surprise, Adelaide greeted her personally

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

a cold reception but was

e help

only proper to be treated this way–and accepted the assistance, entering

even her

to greet Priscilla, including

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lifted–while she often mingled with nobility, interactions with

her earlier annoyance, returning their courtesies

she received such joint acclaim from government officials

Adelaide, though she’d never admit it beyond a

tea and retreated, Craig approached Adelaide and murmured, “Excessive flattery can be the surest way

laugh–who said Craig was oblivious to

eventually. She’s the mother of your future mate. Confrontation

often. Today’s exhibition. paves the way for you. I hope you don’t disappoint my intentions. Try not to resort to force

mix of gratitude and helplessness–did Craig really see her as

Shadow

the Bloodmoon Pack, she’d mastered

Cedric, that made her restrain her sharp edges. Even Priscilla now seemed

paintings, his gaze locked on each oil painting

to critique Mr.

wish to