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

a flicker of mischief in her wolf eyes, “You’re so hypocritical. We once vowed never to seek mates. Yet here you are,

cedar pheromones rippled with a

mischief, “If you have the guts, say

red fur on her

restrained, it felt like an

Paisley admired Adelaide’s fearlessness.

him, her silver–blue wolf

of battle. The sharpness he

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was steady, akin to a wolf pack’s migration, unimpeded by

leaned against the modified vehicle, the faint scent of medical gel still

down,

motion sickness, and the burning pain

restlessness, their

to the capital via courier stations. He anticipated a

sons were part of the

letters carrying their

men, after a stay at the Frostbite

painted their cheeks a reddish–black, and

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

past pànic. No longer did they have to furtively pass – messages;

refined, their lean bodies more muscular, and their

past

it, their “wolf eyes, bright as diamonds in the sun, noses high and sharp,

Only their hands on the steering wheel were tanned, with

Lance, Adelaide’s fair skin made Lance’s face look like ebony kissed by the