A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 446

Chapter 446

Third Person’s POV

“What about your mating plans? Haven’t you given them

a thought?” Adelaide asked.

Paisley lazily replied, “Nope. Either they’re too good for me and I can’t stand them, or they’re too poor to match up. It’s a no–win situation. Why tie the knot? Staying single suits me fine—I can go where I want, do what I please.”

Adelaide knew Paisley’s free–spirited nature all too well.

She was used to absolute freedom. Trapping her in a household would be positively cruel.

Ssider ordinary families for marital

The Stephens family, a prominent clan, would naturally no

alliances.

Yet, if Paisley were to align with another powerful werewolf pack’s Alpha family, the ensuing complex social dynamics would be nothing short of a headache.

Paisley said, “Several she–wolves in our Stephens family remain unmated. Wealth allows such luxuries. As for me, you know I’m in charge of the Crimson Flame Pack. Managing a pack is far more fulfilling than mating, don’t you think?”

Adelaide looked at her carefree expression and recalled her own past.

Once upon a time, she had been just like Paisley. They used to discuss mates and mating ceremonies, even joking about never getting mated.

Now, while Paisley remained resolute in her singledom, Adelaide had already undergone two mating ceremonies.

their past conversations filled Paisley’s mind,

in her wolf eyes, “You’re so hypocritical. We once vowed never to seek mates. Yet here you are, having had your second mating

rippled with

have the guts, say

immediately deflated, the red fur on her ears drooping

iron–rust Alpha aura was overwhelming. Even when restrained, it felt like an invisible wolf’s claw pressing/against her throat, instinctively silencing

Paisley admired Adelaide’s fearlessness.

seemed to be naturally/immune to Lance’s aura. When facing him, her silver–blue

a different person outside of battle. The sharpness he displayed when issuing commands was nowhere to

Chapter 446

the capital was steady, akin to a wolf pack’s migration, unimpeded by the snowstornin that had slowed their

modified vehicle, the faint scent of medical gel still

enveloped him like soft down, and their combined auras formed a

motion sickness, and the burning pain of Marsh’s wounds eased

restlessness, their longing to return

anticipated a grand

part of the returning group,

letters carrying their pheromones were dispatched to

at

on the road, the sun painted their cheeks a reddish–black, and the new

like a wolf poised for action, yet the softness in his white musk presence was more pronounced

pànic. No longer did

their lean bodies

shadows of the past lifted, they indeed appeared

as diamonds in the sun,

Only their hands on the steering wheel were

made Lance’s face look like ebony kissed by the