A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 252

Third Person’s POV

The amber glow in Lance’s wolf eyes reflected the candlelight as cedar pheromones suddenly enveloped Adelaide, carrying a hint of drunken richness.

The temporary mark on the back of Adelaide’s neck suddenly grew warm–the irresistible attraction between werewolf mates made her subconsciously grip his hand. Her fingertips touched the pulsing gland in his palm, transmitting the same frequency of joyous tremors.

Adelaide looked at Lance’s profile and his defined jawline from the side, forcing herself to avert her gaze; otherwise, her heartbeat would be uncontrollable.

When the banquet reached the dessert course, Irene led the Warscar Training Carp students toward the main table.

Craig, holding a champagne glass, was enough to make Cyrus rise in greeting voluntarily.

Since Lance and Adelaide’s mating ceremony was presided over by Doug, Irene specially prepared three glasses of ice champagne.

She herself lifted the heavy beast horn cup, drained it in one gulp, and let out a satisfied growl from her throat.

Facing the elderly and frail Doug, she merely gestured for him to lightly touch the rim of the cup with his lips, preserving the elder’s dignity while considering his weakened bloodline that couldn’t handle such strong alcohol.

Adelaide, watching everyone approach one by one, felt her eyes well up.

They had come to declare their power and support for her. Even within Alpha Lance’s Blackthorn Pack, they used the wolfish “clinking of blood cups” ritual to announce to all Blackthorn Pack members present –this territory would now also echo with the roar of the Warscar Training Camp, extending her influence.

No one would raise objections to Irene’s background or Craig’s artistic fame at this moment.

shadows nearby, Madison and Wanda maintained stern expressions and malevolent

their seats, they pounced toward Priscilla like hyenas scenting

Look at Adelaide’s backing… Tsk, tsk. As Lance’s mother, not only will you not see her bow to you, but in the future, every word and glance with her will need careful deliberation. Should you accidentally offend this Luna and displease the claws

“reply,” hinting at bloody

was as complex as a torn

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the Blackthorn Pack, Lance’s grand mating ceremony, drawing representatives from numerous powerful tribes, filled her with pride

a fuel the cont

exhibition hall, and her

newly mated pair, “Lance & Adelaide,” not directly illuminating Priscilla

her, amplifying and distorting the subtle sense of loss

live at Adelaide’s mercy

an

ancient tenets of “bloodline hierarchy” and “respect for elders,” that alone would invite severe criticism from the royal elder

today’s display, with the Warscar Training Camp’s strong support,

to her face while using powers and schemes she didn’t understand to trip her up behind her back–truly

knew herself to be naively raised, sheltered by the former Lycan

Adelaide was adept at political maneuvering, Priscilla would be

thought, she lost all interest in dessert and even began doubting the wisdom

welcome banquet two days prior, she had noticed many guests