The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 316

Chapter 316

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide looked at Melinda’s red–swollen eyes. She tried to hide her face with a folding fan.

Adelaide sighed, “So you knew I came, but still didn’t want to see me?”

Melinda spoke nasally, “My eyes are such a mess. I can’t let you see me now.”

Adelaide glanced at them, “True, they’re swollen like balloons.”

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“Adelaide…” Melind

a’s voice choked up again, “Because of that day’s affair, he comes to scold me every day. How can he be so heartless?”

Adelaide frowned, “He scolds you, and you won’t retort?”

“I…” Tears streamed down Melinda’s face again, “I don’t know how to do that.”

Adelaide couldn’t help but shake her head. She turned to Georgiana and asked, “Can you curse?”

“Oh, I’m great at that,” Georgiana said.

“Good. If Dwight comes to curse Melinda in the future, you curse him back. Remember one thing—if he curses, you curse back. If he lays a hand on her, you do the same.”

“That’s just perfect,” Georgiana replied.

are these two?” Melinda stopped crying

Training Camp. They know some fighting skills and medical knowledge. They can

you, Adelaide,” Melinda’s tears

crying! How does

with Dwight, who is from a weaker pack and family, and you still suffer humiliation. You’re really too submissive. I wish you could learn from Wanda. Though she annoyed her mate, she didn’t lose out. But you just endure grievances

was inappropriate to compare her to the scheming Wanda, so she added, “Can’t you cheer up? You are the future Alpha’s

how he treats me. How can

for yourself and the baby? If you keep crying,

her tears and nodded, “I

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keep her promise, but she had to send

her, she bid farewell and

trash–dumper

by Adelaide, saw the pack guard kicking a civilian upon returning. She learned he was the trash–dumper and ordered

curses against the Bloodmoon Pack and Penelope,

face, was practicing combat skills

silver moonlight gleamed on the Frostfang Pack emblem of her

savoring the dignity and pride of a

pack guards, her aura

betrayed her rage and anxiety. Her wolf claws slightly spread behind her, ready

“Velda, you fool!”

a wolf’s howl and sulfurous pheromones. “Do you think covering your face hides your shame? The Bloodmoon Pack has become the capital’s laughing stock, no, worse–a universally despised

practice and pressed the longsword to Gloria’s

and gleaming,

slit–like in the moonlight, exuded cedar

voice was like a glacial crevice, her vertical pupils contracting slightly as the