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

Melinda’s tears started

more crying! How does constant

family, you chose to mate with Dwight, who is from a weaker pack and family, and you still suffer humiliation. You’re really too

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

bear how he treats me. How can he repeatedly argue with me for that woman?” Melinda

that for yourself and the baby? If you

wiped her tears and nodded,

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not keep her promise, but she had to send someone

her, she bid farewell and returned

trash–dumper

returning. She learned he

and Penelope, Gloria was enraged and

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

hilt as silver moonlight gleamed on the

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

pack guards, her

rage and anxiety. Her wolf claws slightly spread

“Velda, you fool!”

voice trembling with a wolf’s howl 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

quivering blade, cold and gleaming, mirrored her frigid

in the moonlight, exuded cedar authority, forcing the surrounding

like a glacial crevice, her vertical pupils contracting slightly as the sword