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, and her sulfur–laced pheromones

“You’re so hypocritical. We once vowed never to seek mates. Yet

pheromones rippled with a

you have the guts,

the red fur

when restrained, it felt like an invisible wolf’s claw pressing/against her

Paisley admired Adelaide’s fearlessness.

facing him, her silver–blue wolf eyes never

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

Chapter 446

to a wolf pack’s migration, unimpeded

the modified vehicle, the faint scent of medical gel still on

enveloped him like soft down, and their combined

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

their longing to return

courier stations. He anticipated a grand

were part of

every stop, letters carrying their pheromones were dispatched

men, after a stay at the Frostbite Town station, had

sun painted their cheeks a reddish–black, and the new wolf hair behind their ears

was no exception. His shoulder and back muscles were more defined in the sunlight, like a wolf poised for action, yet the softness in his white

their tanned skin, there was no trace of past pànic. No longer did they have

structures were more refined, their lean bodies more muscular, and

past lifted, they indeed appeared

the sun, noses high and sharp, were much clearer and

wore sunhats, shielding their heads and faces. Only their hands on the steering wheel were tanned, with little effect on

Lance’s face look like ebony kissed