A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 316

Chapter 316

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide looked at Melinda’s red–swollen eyes. She tried to hide her face with a folding fan.

Adelaide sighed, “So you knew I came, but still didn’t want to see me?”

Melinda spoke nasally, “My eyes are such a mess. I can’t let you see me now.”

Adelaide glanced at them, “True, they’re swollen like balloons.”

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“Adelaide…” Melind

a’s voice choked up again, “Because of that day’s affair, he comes to scold me every day. How can he be so heartless?”

Adelaide frowned, “He scolds you, and you won’t retort?”

“I…” Tears streamed down Melinda’s face again, “I don’t know how to do that.”

Adelaide couldn’t help but shake her head. She turned to Georgiana and asked, “Can you curse?”

“Oh, I’m great at that,” Georgiana said.

“Good. If Dwight comes to curse Melinda in the future, you curse him back. Remember one thing—if he curses, you curse back. If he lays a hand on her, you do the same.”

“That’s just perfect,” Georgiana replied.

these two?” Melinda stopped crying and

are trained from the Warscar Training Camp. They know some fighting skills and medical knowledge. They can supervise your diet and help you deal with people you can’t handle,” Adelaide

Adelaide,” Melinda’s tears started

more crying! How does constant weeping benefit

suffer humiliation. You’re really too submissive. I wish you could learn from Wanda. Though she annoyed

to compare her to the scheming Wanda, so she added, “Can’t you cheer up? You are the future Alpha’s mate. In this pack, no one can truly bully you. Don’t

how he treats me. How can he repeatedly argue with me for

yourself and the baby? If you keep crying, I won’t visit you

tears and nodded,

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Chapter 316

promise, but she had to send someone to help

she bid farewell and returned to the

a trash–dumper today

pack guard kicking a civilian upon returning. She learned he was the trash–dumper

curses against the Bloodmoon Pack and Penelope, Gloria was enraged

over her face, was practicing

sword hilt as silver moonlight gleamed on the Frostfang Pack emblem of her

sword, savoring the dignity and pride of a

with a group of pack guards, her aura as if to

breathing and sulfurous pheromones betrayed her rage and anxiety. Her wolf claws slightly spread behind her,

“Velda, you fool!”

and sulfurous pheromones. “Do you think covering your face hides your shame? The Bloodmoon Pack has become the capital’s laughing stock, no, worse–a universally

practice and pressed the longsword to Gloria’s

quivering blade, cold and gleaming, mirrored

in the moonlight, exuded cedar authority, forcing the surrounding

like a glacial crevice, her vertical pupils