All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Third Person's POVAdelaide looked coldly at Madison's angry face, her silver-gray wolf hair on her ears bristling slightly with disgust.She caught the scent of sage pheromones from the omega—the gland inhibitor Madison used to control them.Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an omega rush to shield Madison, shouting, "Help! Somebody help!""No need to call the guards," Adelaide said, her aura spreading. Lower-ranking wolves instinctively stepped back. "I've come to return your 'gift.'"Madison's vertical pupils narrowed sharply, locking onto the silver wolf-head statue in Adelaide's hand.She actually kept it?The usual response to such a gift would be anger and destruction.Madison had assumed Adelaide's earlier words were just talk, never expecting her to have kept the statue.As the guard captain rushed in, Madison snapped, "Leave! Wait outside the door."This statue was known only to her inner circle. Its existence must be concealed—explanations could come later, but it must

Third Person's POVClarissa's brow furrowed even more upon hearing this. "Your words lack context and substance. Why would she provocatively confront you? As the sister of the former Lycan King, who doesn't know of your standing? How dare she act in such a manner?"Madison, catching the clear bias in Clarissa's tone in favor of Adelaide, was reminded of Clarissa's long-standing friendship with Airella.This only fueled her anger further. Her pupils, tinged with gold from her rage, began to dilate ever so slightly.A low level of Lycan aura emanated from her, but before the Lycan King and the former Lycan Luna, her wolf dared not unleash its full might.Madison's voice took on a wolfish growl. "Isn't it because Adelaide, leveraging her military merits and upcoming bond with Lance, fancies herself risen to grandeur and no longer acknowledges my authority? Regardless, I demand satisfaction!"Her words were laced with fury and malice, sending a shiver down Priscilla's spine.However, Lyca

Third Person's POVPriscilla let out an "Oh," pressing her fingers against her nasolabial folds.Her tone was complex, "Adelaide is not easy to deal with."Clarissa, of course, understood her thoughts.She immediately cautioned, "You'll be living in Lance's Blackthorn Pack soon. If you don't understand pack affairs, don't force yourself into management. Adelaide will naturally take charge...""Clarissa, that's not right," Priscilla interrupted, uncharacteristically serious."I don't trust her. Let me be clear—I don't like her, I don't want her as Lance's mate, and I won't allow her to manage the Blackthorn Pack.""Oh? So you'll take over?"Clarissa arched an eyebrow. "Fine. Tomorrow, I'll have Camilla hand over the palace management to you. Let her rest, and you try managing for a few days.""I've managed palace affairs before. And when you were in charge, did I not help you often?" Priscilla retorted."You did help, but mostly in ways that complicated things," Clarissa said bluntly.

Third Person's POVMadison used the money she'd extorted from Priscilla to further fuel the gossip in bars and coffeehouses, paying bartenders and baristas to sensationalize Adelaide's past mating with Ulrik.Seeing no response from the Frostfang Pack—and noting they'd sealed their borders and withdrawn from public life—Madison assumed Adelaide was cowering in fear of the public backlash.The thought filled her with schadenfreude.Emboldened, she approached Lycan Erasmus at the palace, arguing that Lance's choice of Adelaide as his mate could undermine his judgment and plant seeds of trouble for kingdom management.For the royal family's stability, she insisted Adelaide must be stopped from becoming Alpha Lance's Luna.To her surprise, Lycan Erasmus's expression darkened. His musk pheromones turned icy, pressing down on Madison.His wolf eyes narrowed to vertical slits in the candlelight. "What are you implying?" he demanded."Lance and Adelaide are both warriors who've reclaimed the

Third Person's POVTwo more steps and she could cross the threshold, but the mark on the back of her neck suddenly flared with pain.Her nail-hardened claws dug deep into the doorframe, instantly leaving five silver-blue bloodstreaks on the ironwood panel.From the living room wafted Mallory's pheromones—a mix of chicory and ambergris, the oppressive aura of a high-ranking Alpha that made her wolf ears flatten involuntarily.She heard Valentine entertaining Mallory, whose deep and authoritative voice gave only curt replies.As Adelaide adjusted her breathing, a faint wolfish whine escaped her throat.After several attempts to composed herself, she finally appeared at the entrance to the living room.Upon entering, she kept her eyes downcast and greeted him, "Mr. Pahari."Mallory rose, nodded in acknowledgment, and replied, "Miss Davidson, how have you been?"The deliberately formal address hung between them, laden with awkwardness."I've been managing," Adelaide said, her voice trembl