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.

she suddenly realized–had

the spotlight

the tide, which enraged

there was no turning back. She had to go. If Adelaide dared to offend Lycan Erasmus and the officials, Priscilla

surprise, Adelaide greeted her

the carriage, Adelaide offered her arm, smiling warmly:

cold reception but was caught off–guard by

e help

was only proper to be treated this way–and accepted

Council President, numerous government officials, and even her

rose to greet

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she often mingled with nobility, interactions with political figures were

her earlier annoyance, returning their courtesies

before had she received such joint acclaim from government officials and

though she’d

Adelaide and murmured, “Excessive

said Craig was oblivious

same pack eventually. She’s the mother

royalty here, you’ll interact with them often. Today’s exhibition. paves the way for you. I hope you don’t disappoint my intentions.

felt a mix of gratitude and helplessness–did Craig really

Shadow Peaks, she’d diligently studied

year in the Bloodmoon Pack, she’d mastered

offending others, but concern for Cedric, that made her restrain her sharp edges. Even Priscilla now seemed somewhat

locked on each oil painting as if in a trance.

to critique Mr. Neil’s

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