A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 341

Third Person’s POV

Many people couldn’t help but glance at Gloria and then at Adelaide.

The comparison was stark,

Gloria felt like a fool for even showing up

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She hadn’t seen what she’d hoped to see and was still reluctant to give up, shamelessly staying to watch for any slip–up from Adelaide during the grand banquet.

The banquet progressed to the toast segment.

It was traditional for guests to offer toasts during the meal. So when the male guests announced, “Let’s go offer our best wishes to Priscilla,” the guests put down their utensils and turned their attention to Priscilla

Led by Alpha Lance, Alpha Howell, Cyrus, and Doug approached first.

They walked straight up to Priscilla, raised their glasses a few feet away, and said. “To Priscilla’s long life, good health, and abundant blessings.”

Originally, Lance had planned to drink the toast on his mother’s behalf. But Priscilla, in high spirits, raised her own glass and smiled, saying. “Here’s to all of us–to long life, good health, and many years of enjoying the company of our children and grandchildren.

Cyrus and Doug, being older, found the toast quite fitting, while Alpha Howell stood awkwardly aside.

Cyrus and Doug downed their drinks in one gulp. Howell quickly followed suit and excused himself

Groups of three male guests continued to approach. After Priscilla had drunk several toasts, Adelaide stood up and said. “On behalf of my mother–in–law, I thank you for taking the time offer your best wishes today. If there were any shortcomings in our hospitality, please kindly ove them.”

The next group included Winslow and two family heads.

Winslow, Wanda’s mate, didn’t so much as glance at her upon entering.

“He won’t look

Adelaide, you’re truly straightforward!” Winslow smiled and raised his glass to

flattered,” Adelaide replied

their toasts and cast admiring

ironic. The guests had come to offer best wishes to Priscilla. If a

she glanced at him, she saw him looking at

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tender affection.

as if

look; it was one she hadn’t seen

look at her

had. His eyes were always

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a moment, Alpha Lance’s figure

the jumble

a cold, carved wooden chair, her fingers digging deeply into

of her first attempt coiled around her heart like a cold, venomous snake–the

didn’t even glance at her again, as

obsession with entering the Blackthorn Pack burned more fiercely in

was as close as the sun yet as

her last chance. Wanda would never allow her a third

desperate resolution surged

her. The liquid in the glass mirrored the twisted determination in her

curious and mocking gazes of the crowd, she rose unsteadily to her feet. A stiff, fragile smile. tinged with the pathos of a desperate gamble, forced its

please allow me to… Her voice trembled

finish, just a few steps away from Lance, she “tripped” and fell

angle–a motion that

“Carefull someone instinctively exclaimed.