A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 371

Third Person’s POV

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Adelaide fell silent for a moment. Cedar pheromones slowly coalesced around her into a layer of ice–like coldness.

Her vertical pupils flickered faintly beneath her irises.

A suppressed lupine growl rumbled in her throat as she spoke, “Beata, show our guests out.”

Luna Skye’s fury erupted instantly. The Silverlight Pack’s signature lilac pheromones, laced with anxious sulfur, assailed the air. Her pupils shrank to fine lines.

“Adelaide, I’m not done talking! How dare you rush to usher me out? I’m your aunt!”

In her rage, her wolf claws partially emerged, and with an Alpha’s aura, she slammed her palm–clenched around a coffee cup–down onto the floor.

The sound of shattering bone china echoed through the room. Her chest heaved, and the wolf hairs at the back of her neck bristled with agitation.

As coffee seeped over her shoes, cedar pheromones abruptly solidified into tangible

with silver–blue coldness in the sunlight, and her voice carried the gravelly texture unique to

I would still consider you family. But did you not witness Melinda’s distress that night? You merely played mediator. When she sought to dissolve her mating bond and asked for your acceptance back into the pack, a simple nod from you–not just endless urgings to endure–would have offered her immense comfort. Perhaps her words about dissolving the bond were born of momentary anguish, but have you considered how your refusal might break her heart, how it

cannot dissolve the mating

urgency, her pheromones chaotic and

pregnant, how would that situation be resolved? Have you truly thought about her? She holds you in such high esteem; how

wolf claws extending half an inch before she forcibly

swiped at them with a tissue,

current hardships compared to the bigger picture? As the lawful mate, does she have to fear a breeder from a nightclub? Even if she is Hunt’s daughter, raised in squalor, Dwight will eventually tire of her. In time, he will return

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to her, and

her seat, her shoulders shaking with suppressed

swept restlessly under the skirt, spreading sorrowful violet pheromones into the air like rain- dampened

felt a pang of discomfort at the sight of

raise her voice and ask, “What are you afraid

“Fearing?”

being expelled from the capital and banished

suffer humiliation in the capital, enduring others‘ disdain and living in degradation, even casting away the