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.

Madison and Wanda

their

murky fruit wine in her stone cup with a thick bone skewer, deliberately drawing out her words in a tone of false concern, “Oh, Priscilla, my dear sister, watching this grand spectacle, I’m truly worried for you. 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

the word “reply,”

as a torn

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Chapter 252

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

a fuel the cont

exhibition hall, and her network spanned all

shone upon the newly mated pair, “Lance &

stung her, amplifying and distorting the subtle sense of

she truly to live at Adelaide’s

reason for an Alpha’s mother to

“respect for elders,” that alone would invite

Training Camp’s strong support, it was abnormal

of Adelaide appearing respectful to her face while using powers and schemes

to be naively raised, sheltered by

was adept at political maneuvering,

interest in dessert and even began doubting the

banquet two days prior, she had noticed many guests didn’t take