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.

of their past conversations filled Paisley’s mind, and her sulfur–laced

of mischief in her wolf eyes, “You’re so hypocritical. We once vowed

rippled with a

the guts, say that

red fur

Alpha aura was overwhelming. Even when restrained, it felt like an invisible wolf’s claw pressing/against

Paisley admired Adelaide’s fearlessness.

naturally/immune to Lance’s aura. When facing him, her silver–blue wolf eyes never showed the slightest

battle. The sharpness

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steady, akin to a wolf

faint scent

soft down,

motion sickness, and the burning pain of Marsh’s

eager restlessness, their longing to

stations. He anticipated a grand welcome ceremony, especially since the

sons were part of the returning group, their

stop, letters carrying their pheromones

men, after a stay at

reddish–black, and

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

tanned skin, there was no trace of past pànic. No longer did they have to furtively pass – messages; thus, they seemed more robust than

refined, their lean bodies more

shadows of the past lifted,

as diamonds in the sun, noses high and

hands on the steering wheel were tanned, with little effect

fair skin made Lance’s