All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Third Person's POVPriscilla had to meet numerous guests daily at the Blackthorn Pack.As Lance's mother, she was the center of attention, changing clothes five or six times a day, each outfit matched with multiple sets of jewelry.Previously, in the palace, no one paid attention to her attire.Now it was different—over the past two days, she'd hosted countless guests, many of whom she hadn't recognized.Seeing the guests' humility before her, Priscilla's vanity was thoroughly satisfied.Adelaide wasn't yet the Blackthorn Pack's Luna.Priscilla planned to throw more parties and flex her authority once Adelaide officially became the Luna.If Madison could entertain guests, so could she.After the mating ceremony, Priscilla intended to visit the jewelry store to investigate its poor business performance.Madison and Wanda hadn't arrived yet, likely planning to come tomorrow for the ceremony.Having changed several times, Priscilla concluded her day's showing off and strolled through the

Third Person's POV"Was your declaration of love for me back then just a momentary impulse?"Velda's wolf tail flicked beneath her skirt, knocking the Moon Goddess statue from the armrest.The mint pheromones were thick with acidity, raising the hackles on Ulrik's neck.He remained silent, unable to answer.His initial affection for Velda had been genuine, but whether it was a fleeting impulse, he couldn't say for sure.He recalled the snowy night at the Bloodscar Border when Velda, with silver-blue blood spattering her battle armor as she slit an enemy's throat, had seemed the epitome of passionate love.But true Alpha companionship, he now knew, should mirror Adelaide's poise.Ever since mating with Velda and Adelaide's subsequent departure, a nagging regret had gnawed at him.He remembered telling Elder Halsey, "I hope Adelaide doesn't regret it," all the while aware that the truly remorseful one was himself.But had he loved Velda then? Undoubtedly.Yet couldn't a werewolf have mu

Third Person's POVAdelaide abruptly stood up inside the room. "Quick! See if it's Pasley and others arriving... Where's Beata?"Beata had already rushed to the street corner. Spotting the extended Lincoln motorcade following closely behind, she felt a mix of heartache and warmth. Those who had promised to stay away had appeared in such a manner.Upon hearing the list of gifts from the Ancient Moon Pack, tears finally fell from Adelaide's eyes.Avery, who always claimed the Ancient Moon Pack was impoverished, had gifted something so extravagant—it must have drained the pack's annual budget.The most astonishing was the Crimson Flame Pack's gift list. "One kilogram of Tasmanian black pearls, three Colombian emerald display pieces, a Stradivarius violin replica, eighteen carats of pigeon's blood rubies, eighteen carats of blue sapphires, and ten sets of Frette custom bedding..."As onlookers used Google to estimate the jewelry's value, the entire street erupted upon discovering the Crim

Third Person's POVGloria was lost in thought when a pack member told her Ulrik had arrived.She shook off her thoughts, let an omega adjust her dress's veil, and left the house with them.At the same time, Adelaide left the Frostfang Pack's territory.Both brides set out at nearly the same moment, but the scenes around them and their feelings were completely different.Adelaide, her face hidden by a veil, couldn't see clearly and focused on her dress's hem and heels.Prunella held her hand—her long, slender fingers gave a reassuring grip.Adelaide could sense they were beyond the pack's border and felt the pressure of a crowd."Adelaide, it's time to get in the car. Be good from now on," Irene said softly beside her.Her words carried a mother's bittersweet feelings.Adelaide was a strong and lovely she-wolf about to mate again.Irene hadn't attended her first mating ceremony.She'd written to Airella, criticizing the Bloodmoon Pack's reputation and Ulrik's mediocrity.She was unhapp

Third Person's POVAfter a commotion filled with low growls and the rustling of fur, it seemed Priscilla had taken her seat.Then, the Warscar Training Camp requested another stone throne be brought in for Irene and Klein to sit and receive Adelaide and Lance's "tributes."Traditionally, Adelaide should have bid farewell to her ancestral spirits under the moonlight in her birth pack before joining her mate's territory.How could Lance show reverence to her mentor in his own Blackthorn Pack?This defied werewolf tradition.Klein's deep, authoritative voice boomed like a wolf king's growl, "In the name of the Moon Goddess and bloodline, I am Lance's mentor, guiding him to harness power. Why shouldn't I accept his tribute?"Who cared about archaic traditions?In the wild, power was law, and the strong made the rules.Klein's logic was unassailable. As Lance's mentor, he sat on the stone throne symbolizing power, representing the source of Lance's strength—a rightful and legitimate place.