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 and

made 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 people you can’t handle,” Adelaide

you, Adelaide,” Melinda’s tears

does constant weeping benefit the

and you still suffer humiliation. You’re really too submissive. I wish you could learn from Wanda. Though she annoyed her mate, she didn’t lose out. But you just

added, “Can’t you cheer up? You are the future Alpha’s

just can’t bear how he treats me. How can he repeatedly argue with me for

the baby? If

her tears and nodded,

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keep her promise, but she had to send someone to help

farewell and returned to the

caught a trash–dumper today and beat

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

the man’s curses against the Bloodmoon Pack and Penelope,

with a gauzy veil over her face, was practicing combat skills in the

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

toyed with the sword, savoring the dignity and pride of a werewolf

stormed in with a group of pack guards,

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

“Velda, you fool!”

your face hides your shame? The Bloodmoon Pack has become the capital’s

her practice and pressed

cold and gleaming, mirrored her

exuded cedar authority, forcing the

Her deep voice was like a glacial crevice, her vertical pupils contracting slightly as the