A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Third Person’s POV

Yvette, who had attended the mating ceremony, suddenly chuckled from the side. “You wouldn’t believe. how nervous Lance was that night. He wouldn’t even let people near the villa. Such a considerate and enviable mate.”

Margot rolled her eyes at her. “Is your own husband not good to you? I heard he makes you breakfast every morning.”

Yvette’s face turned red in an instant. “Margot!”

Adelaide smiled faintly, lifted her water cup, and took a sip.

This harmonious atmosphere was truly pleasing.

She tried her best not to dwell on unpleasant matters.

Celebrating Christmas at the palace, even a hint of sorrow was inappropriate, and she had long grown accustomed to suppressing her emotions.

They were discussing Melinda’s mate, Dwight–a prideful werewolf who had taken in two breeders.

One was a call girl from the red–light district, exceptionally beautiful, for whom Dwight had paid a $300,000 breach of contract fee.

The other was the daughter of a businessman. It was said she became Dwight’s breeder due to her substantial personal wealth, and it was this breeder who had covered the $300,000 fee.

There was a flurry of discussions.

None of these powerful packs had ever taken in a call girl from a nightclub as a breeder.

would at most

a new breeder for the sake of a nightclub call girl, and the purpose was specifically for that

breach fee for another breeder–what a clever move. No one else could come up with such a perfect solution. But what about Melinda? She’s just a poor soul who can’t even count on her own parents or

was the one

had never

Both he and his wife were difficult to support, and

refused Adelaide’s offer

her primary rival.

mercilessly humiliated

red with embarrassment and then

not offend Priscilla–not only because Priscilla was Clarissa’s sister and had a battle–worthy son, but also because Priscilla’s sharp–tongued nature made her a formidable

could lead to even

was in the wrong

mother, could she interfere in her

her daughter’s mate had mentioned that such things were ordinary and that Melinda should

cast a glance at Adelaide, as if to say, “I’ll speak what

with a handkerchief, hiding

Priscilla had voiced

caused everyone present to cast disdainful

both wronged and ashamed, hardly able to

for a word in her defense. But Adelaide merely maintained a

swallow her pride, silently resenting Adelaide–how could she, the sister of her own mother, refuse to help? How could she face her

a while, Madison

exchanging greetings, everyone

as if there had never been any discord between them, nodded at