A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 256

Chapter 256

Third Person’s POV

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The design of Adelaide and Lance’s future villa blended intelligence and wilderness—outside the master bedroom was a bath fed by geothermal hot springs. Hot water gurgled through stone channels into an indoor pool, keeping it warm even in the coldest seasons, and it was especially abundant tonight.

The stylist removed Adelaide’s makeup, and even without it, her beauty was striking.

She changed into a purple–red silk nightdress with butterfly embroidery, a plum blossom pattern at the waist, and a matching lightweight robe.

After removing her veil, she tied her hair into a high ponytail with a purple ribbon, looking both charming and radiant.

For the mating ceremony, she had prepared many new clothes.

With gifts from the Blackthorn Pack, her closet was filled with Italian silk and French satin.

Clothes were categorized by season, with over ten shades of red alone, and embroidery as fine as haute

couture.

Fur coats hung in a temperature–controlled closet, five of them in silver fox and purple mink.

Looking at these gifts, Adelaide felt she had enough fabric for a lifetime.

The nightdress she wore was made of deep purple Italian silk with 3D butterfly embroidery, and a matching robe that shimmered like pearls under the light.

Though it was loungewear, the tailoring was exquisite, highlighting her porcelain skin and the beauty mark above her eyebrow.

thin, but the room’s constant

hot bath, Adelaide’s stuffy nose from crying cleared

drunk too much and would return to the

only nine–thirty, earlier than

a mating ceremony last this long -it

ordered the cold dishes to be replaced with

were pre–prepared and re–cooked

the

something, “Ivy,

the Bloodmoon Pack’s deliberate humiliation during her mating

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making her feel embarrassed.

comforted her. “It was Ulrik’s brother who

Tommy helped

him. Lance nearly leaned half his weight on her, but her combat training kept her from

champagne and cigars, having clearly drunk

Lance had enjoyed conversations with the Warscar Training Camp members, drinking champagne

asked Tommy, “Is

is boiling honey lemon water,” Tommy whispered, “He just mumbled, ‘Is the scarf still there? Must be

recalling the token Ivy had mentioned, and

back to

thick furs. Just as she settled him, Beata rushed in, sounding urgent, “He was plied with champagne by Irene and Craig. Tommy said he drank

her golden eyes, her pheromones carrying a hint of irritation.

Wasn’t that just bullying?

many classmates present, they could drink him to the point