The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 341

Third Person’s POV

Many people couldn’t help but glance at Gloria and then at Adelaide.

The comparison was stark,

Gloria felt like a fool for even showing up

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She hadn’t seen what she’d hoped to see and was still reluctant to give up, shamelessly staying to watch for any slip–up from Adelaide during the grand banquet.

The banquet progressed to the toast segment.

It was traditional for guests to offer toasts during the meal. So when the male guests announced, “Let’s go offer our best wishes to Priscilla,” the guests put down their utensils and turned their attention to Priscilla

Led by Alpha Lance, Alpha Howell, Cyrus, and Doug approached first.

They walked straight up to Priscilla, raised their glasses a few feet away, and said. “To Priscilla’s long life, good health, and abundant blessings.”

Originally, Lance had planned to drink the toast on his mother’s behalf. But Priscilla, in high spirits, raised her own glass and smiled, saying. “Here’s to all of us–to long life, good health, and many years of enjoying the company of our children and grandchildren.

Cyrus and Doug, being older, found the toast quite fitting, while Alpha Howell stood awkwardly aside.

Cyrus and Doug downed their drinks in one gulp. Howell quickly followed suit and excused himself

Groups of three male guests continued to approach. After Priscilla had drunk several toasts, Adelaide stood up and said. “On behalf of my mother–in–law, I thank you for taking the time offer your best wishes today. If there were any shortcomings in our hospitality, please kindly ove them.”

The next group included Winslow and two family heads.

Winslow, Wanda’s mate, didn’t so much as glance at her upon entering.

furious, thought to herself, “He won’t look at me?

you’re truly straightforward!” Winslow smiled and raised his glass to Adelaide.

replied with

their toasts and

to offer best wishes to Priscilla. If a replacement drinker was

But when she glanced at him, she saw

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tender affection.

felt as if

that look; it was one she hadn’t seen in a long

to look at her that

never had. His eyes were

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back, and for a moment, Alpha Lance’s figure seemed to

down the jumble of thoughts–what good were

in a cold, carved wooden chair, her fingers digging deeply into

her heart like a cold, venomous snake–the crushing pheromones of Lance, and the undisguised contempt and alienation in Wanda’s

at her again, as if she

with entering the Blackthorn Pack burned

who was as close as the sun yet

chance. Wanda would never allow her

resolution surged within

glass beside her. The liquid in the glass mirrored the twisted determination in her

unsteadily to her feet. A stiff, fragile smile. tinged with the pathos of a desperate gamble, forced its way onto her face as she headed toward

Her voice trembled

a few steps away from Lance, she “tripped” and fell toward him

calculated angle–a motion that

“Carefull someone instinctively exclaimed.