A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 247

Third Person’s POV

Gloria was lost in thought when a pack member told her Ulrik had arrived.

She shook off her thoughts, let an omega adjust her dress’s veil, and left the house with them.

At the same time, Adelaide left the Frostfang Pack’s territory.

Both brides set out at nearly the same moment, but the scenes around them and their feelings were completely different.

Adelaide, her face hidden by a veil, couldn’t see clearly and focused on her dress’s hem and heels.

Prunella held her hand–her long, slender fingers gave a reassuring grip.

Adelaide could sense they were beyond the pack’s border and felt the pressure of a crowd.

“Adelaide, it’s time to get in the car. Be good from now on,” Irene said softly beside her.

Her words carried a mother’s bittersweet feelings.

Adelaide was a strong and lovely she–wolf about to mate again.

Irene hadn’t attended her first mating ceremony.

She’d written to Airella, criticizing the Bloodmoon Pack’s reputation and Ulrik’s mediocrity.

She was unhappy he was mating with his student.

But Airella’s reply was that the mating was final.,

instructor and

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the biggest protest. If the Bloodmoon Pack is trustworthy, send funds later. If not, keep your resources. There’s always a second

harsh but prophetic–there was indeed

time, Adelaide’s

alone instead

could bear things alone, why had she sought help when Klein punished her in the

Irene’s hand, but another hand

trimmed nails. The suit it wore had a golden wolf’s head emblem–reserved for royal Lycan descendants‘

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ceremonies.

Lance,

took a breath. The cedar

his. Lance, inexperienced in holding hands,

Adelaide’s wolf perked up at the pure joy in Lance’s pheromones,

pheromones suddenly wavered, and his wolf cars

Adelaide’s heartbeat raced.

not for its loudness, she might have noticed Lance’s quickening pulse

ignoring murmurs about protocol. He wanted to walk beside her,

his height made true side–by–side walking difficult,

clouds. The

any

dream.

past pain forever

Lance’s pheromones–the sound of years of ice finally melting. She instinctively squeezed his hand, her

her heartbeat, weaving joy