All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Third Person's POVLance learned from Caldwell that after Adelaide dissolved her mate bond, the rumors spread were largely Madison's doing.Though it was a dissolved bond, Madison framed it as Adelaide being abandoned, leading many powerful packs' Lunas to disdain her.Otherwise, Rosemary couldn't have caused such a stir.Now, Madison's birthday invite to Adelaide likely harbored ill intent.While Adelaide shouldn't attend, Lance respects her choice if she decides to go.After pondering, Lance said, "Visit the Frostfang Pack and ask Miss Davidson if she'll attend."Beta Ralph replied, "Yes, I'll go now."With that, he left.Adelaide's POVWhen Madison's invitation arrived at the Frostfang Pack, I was polishing my father's wolf-head dagger.I just knew her birthday was tomorrow. The invite arrived today, clearly not giving me time to prep a gift. I had to pick something from the pack's storeroom.The gold-embossed wolf claw sigil on the parchment gleamed coldly, contrasting sharply wit

Adelaide's POV"Alpha Adelaide, I think moon-white is quite nice. The faint blue really brings out your skin tone. What about an accessory? Would a string of red coral beads suit you?" Beata rummaged through my jewelry box."No red. Keep it simple, nothing too grand," I said, selecting a pearl hairpin and a moon-white ribbon for myself."This is too simple," Beata remarked."Whether it's neat or not will be seen once it's worn," I replied, taking the clothes to the dressing room. I changed into them, tied my hair into a simple ponytail with the ribbon, and secured it with the pearl hairpin.I twirled around and asked them, "What do you think?"The Omegas were mesmerized. Beata promptly instructed Omega Urvva, "Quick, get the lipstick, earrings, perfume, and necklace!""Yes!" They sprang into action, searching for various accessories.Beata seated me at the vanity, applied lipstick, redefined my brows, hung a string of pearls around my neck, and tied a silver butterfly pendant at my wa

Third Person's POVSome Lunas present had previously visited the Frostfang Pack with the intention of arranging a bond between their sons and Adelaide.After all, a union with her could secure a seat on the Royal Elder Council—why wouldn't they leap at such an opportunity?But after hearing Madison's remarks, they quickly abandoned the idea.Who among the Lunas genuinely approved of a mate's concubine?More importantly, none wanted their sons deprived of breeders in the future.If Adelaide couldn't bear pups, the pack would face a succession crisis.Seizing the moment, Rosemary began to air her grievances, painting Adelaide as arrogant, disrespectful, and envious.Rumors, like wildfire, spread through the gathering.Within half an hour, Adelaide was vilified by most of the ladies present.Though some knew the truth, they stayed silent—no one dared defend Adelaide against the tide of slander.Before Adelaide even arrived, priestesses from the former Lycan King's court, including Prisci

Third Person's POVAdelaide glanced around the room, her lips curving into a faint smile as she retracted her claws.She exuded calming pheromones and said, "Seems like you have 'double standards.' Why's it okay for you to spread rumors but not for me to speak the truth?""I heard Madison invited Shaman Digby too. Should we have him here for a face-to-face?"Turning to Rosemary, she added meaningfully, "If you feel wronged, you can ask Digby yourself."Rosemary glared at Adelaide, her old wound throbbing with rage.The she-wolf, once meek by her bedside, now radiated an Alpha's pressure, leaving Rosemary too intimidated to retort.She bit her nails into her palm, mint pheromones crystallizing at her fingertips.Should Digby truly arrive, she'd likely lose access to his clinic's medicine forever.Wanda, cornered, snarled, "You're just a she-wolf kicked out of your pack. What's there to be proud of?"Adelaide's pupils slit, her wolf growling inwardly.An overwhelming aura surged, her ag

Third Person's POV"It's not like that, this is an authentic piece!" the young woman who recognized the painting spoke up.She was Abigail Watson, granddaughter of the renowned royal scholar Doug Watson.Veronica glanced at her indifferently and said with certainty, "Miss Watson, our Silverfeather Pack's collection includes Craig's "Wild Rose." I can tell clearly. This painting is a well-done imitation, but still a forgery.""Look at the signature—Master Craig uses outlined script, while this one has no outline."Everyone leaned in for a closer look and spotted the fluent signature in the bottom-right corner without an outline or in script.However, few present had seen Craig's original works. Given Veronica's reasoning and aware the Silverfeather Pack owned a masterpiece, they accepted the "forgery" conclusion.Rosemary finally breathed a sigh of relief—it was a fake!Priscilla couldn't bear to watch—Adelaide would likely be drowned in accusations.Wanda stormed forward, tore the pai