Todos os capítulos de A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Third Person's POVWatching Velda storm out, Isaiah sighed helplessly."It is what it is. Let's wait for Ulrik to return before discussing further," he said slowly.After a pause, he added, "Though Ulrik's name isn't on the merit list, he's invited to the banquet. He must have contributed something, perhaps not significant enough for the list."Rosemary felt slightly relieved.But recalling Velda's insolence, her anger flared again. She muttered, "Frankly, compared to Adelaide, she's utterly inferior."Isaiah cast her a glance. "And who used to criticize Adelaide? I always thought highly of her. As the Bloodmoon Pack's Luna for a year, she worked tirelessly for you. When she subsidized the pack from the Frostfang Pack's assets, she didn't hesitate.""Moreover, she often gifted Tamara and Sabrina jewelry. Your gorgeous dresses—weren't they gifts from her?"Rosemary shot him a disdainful look. "Why didn't you say this before? What good does it do now?"Isaiah sat beside her, patting her

Third Person's POVAdelaide responded modestly, her gaze lowered, and unconsciously rubbed the shadow wolf emblem on her armor. "You flatter me. This isn't just my doing. Alpha Lance planned and commanded the mission flawlessly. I merely followed his lead and benefited from his expertise. Compared to the seasoned warriors who’ve shed blood on the battlefield for years, my contributions are insignificant."Gazing at the faint scar above Adelaide's brow, a relic of her mother's touch now dusted with battlefield grime, Clarissa's throat tightened."Female werewolves face far more challenges on the battlefield than male ones," she said softly, smoothing Adelaide's wind-tousled hair and brushing against the new downy hairs at her ear."Now that the war has ended, what are your plans? If you're open to it, I could introduce you to promising young Alphas. Or perhaps I could arrange a strategic alliance for you."Adelaide stood hastily, her armor's metal plates softly clinking. "Thank you for

Third Person's POVLance stared at the cold-gleaming moon-crown emblem on the throne. His wolf's-head mark burned with agitation.The Lycan King before him was no longer the brother who'd given him frosted cakes in childhood but a sovereign wielding authority.He realized from the start this argument was unwinnable.If Lycan Erasmus issued a decree, Adelaide would have no choice but to comply.Yet, he refused to back down.His fingers brushed the wolf-bone dagger at his waist. "Adelaide has just returned from battle, her glands still searing from prolonged shifting. You'd have her become a priestess in such a state?" he said.His battlefield edge seemed to return. Standing before Lycan Erasmus, he made no effort to hide his protective stance regarding Adelaide."Besides, after the Davidson family was slaughtered, and with Adelaide now having earned merits for our kingdom, can you bear to force her into priesthood? All for such a ridiculous concern?"Erasmus's vertical pupils narrowed

Third Person's POVNext day, at noon, sunlight streamed through the window. A knock came.Valentin's voice was steady like a Beta's, "The palace guard wolves are waiting at the border."Adelaide could have slept longer, but she got up.While putting on makeup, she yawned and asked, "Beata, are Paisley and the others up?""Not yet. They're still sleeping." Last night, Beata slept on a couch in Adelaide's room, feeling safe by her side."Don't wake them. Let them sleep as long as they need." Adelaide knew they were beat. She wished she could sleep till tomorrow.Beata felt a pang of heartache. "I know. Valentin said the same. He told me that when Alpha Bentley came back from the battlefield years ago, he was the same—tired as hell, slept for days.""Mmm." Adelaide nodded, changing the subject. "Are the visitors from the palace Clarissa's people or Lycan Erasmus's?"Beata shook her head. "Neither. They're from Lycan L

Third Person's POVAdelaide looked at his dazed expression and decided to be direct, "If it's convenient for you, Alpha Lance, please pass on this message to Lycan Erasmus—I have no interest in the royal priesthood."Lance stared at the silver moon grass earrings on her ears, and a hoarse howl rumbled in his throat, "You regard both of us as family?"His tailbone, under the armor, twitched uneasily—a instinctive reaction when a werewolf's sore spot was touched."Yes," Adelaide straightened the wolf totem on her cloak.She thought she had made her stance clear to both Lycan Luna and Lance, so Lycan Erasmus should understand her intentions by now.She said, "I won't disturb you anymore, Alpha Lance. I'll take my leave."Lance watched the silver-blue cape flutter as she turned around. His wolf ears under the golden crown shuddered fiercely: family?He cursed inwardly, his nails subconsciously digging into his palm&mdas