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.

who are these two?” Melinda stopped crying

in the Shadow Peaks. They 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

you, Adelaide,” Melinda’s tears started flowing

does

“As a member of the royal family, you chose to mate with Dwight, who is from a weaker pack and family, and you still suffer humiliation. You’re really

was inappropriate to compare her to the scheming Wanda, so she added, “Can’t you cheer up? You are the

can’t bear how he treats me. How can he

and the baby?

wiped her tears

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knew Melinda might not keep her promise, but

comforting her, she bid farewell and returned

a trash–dumper today and beat

saw the pack guard kicking a civilian upon returning. She learned he was the trash–dumper and ordered his hand broken before being thrown

against the Bloodmoon Pack and Penelope, Gloria was enraged and

her face, was practicing combat skills in the

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

savoring the dignity and

group of pack guards, her aura

betrayed her rage and anxiety. Her wolf claws slightly spread behind

“Velda, you fool!”

pheromones. “Do you think covering your face hides your shame? The Bloodmoon Pack has become the capital’s laughing

practice and pressed the

and gleaming,

exuded cedar authority, forcing the surrounding guards to

like a glacial crevice,