All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Third Person's POVThe amber glow in Lance's wolf eyes reflected the candlelight as cedar pheromones suddenly enveloped Adelaide, carrying a hint of drunken richness.The temporary mark on the back of Adelaide's neck suddenly grew warm—the irresistible attraction between werewolf mates made her subconsciously grip his hand. Her fingertips touched the pulsing gland in his palm, transmitting the same frequency of joyous tremors.Adelaide looked at Lance's profile and his defined jawline from the side, forcing herself to avert her gaze; otherwise, her heartbeat would be uncontrollable.When the banquet reached the dessert course, Irene led the Warscar Training Camp students toward the main table.Craig, holding a champagne glass, was enough to make Cyrus rise in greeting voluntarily.Since Lance and Adelaide's mating ceremony was presided over by Doug, Irene specially prepared three glasses of ice champagne.She herself lifted the heavy beast horn cup, drained it in one gulp, and let out

Third Person's POVHe kept quiet. Today was Lance's mating ceremony—everything else had to wait.But Caldwell sighed. What was Priscilla thinking, giving her son's mate's gifts to others?Would a normal person do that?He just couldn't see how such a "simple" Priscilla could have a son as wise as Lance.After chatting with guests, Adelaide returned to their future home with Lance.As the groom, he couldn't leave yet and had to socialize more.Adelaide watched him leave, the warmth of his hand seemingly still lingering on hers.The room was warm, and so was her heart.Falling for someone was involuntary. No matter how she tried to restrain her feelings, she could only watch helplessly as her heart sank into Lance's gentle eyes.Ivy came in and told Beata and the others to join the banquet.Omegas could enjoy a full meal too, just not at the wolf pack's square.Beata and the others, who had followed Adelaide through the mating ceremony without eating, were hungry.But Beata was more wor

Third Person's POVThe design of Adelaide and Lance's future villa blended intelligence and wilderness——outside the master bedroom was a bath fed by geothermal hot springs. Hot water gurgled through stone channels into an indoor pool, keeping it warm even in the coldest seasons, and it was especially abundant tonight.The stylist removed Adelaide's makeup, and even without it, her beauty was striking.She changed into a purple-red silk nightdress with butterfly embroidery, a plum blossom pattern at the waist, and a matching lightweight robe.After removing her veil, she tied her hair into a high ponytail with a purple ribbon, looking both charming and radiant.For the mating ceremony, she had prepared many new clothes.With gifts from the Blackthorn Pack, her closet was filled with Italian silk and French satin.Clothes were categorized by season, with over ten shades of red alone, and embroidery as fine as haute couture.Fur coats hung in a temperature-controlled closet, five of them

Third Person's POVTheir faces were so close, almost able to hear each other breathing."You and I will be together forever," he whispered, his mind now clear—just intoxicated by emotion.The mark on Adelaide's nape suddenly burned.As she tilted her head back to drink, her wolf eyes reflected Lance's enlarged pupils, the fine vertical lines quivering slightly with her swallowing motions.Setting down the glass, they gazed into each other's eyes."I was going to tell you something——"Adelaide interrupted, "Let me ask—— before you went to the southern border, did you ask my mother to mate with me?"Her wolf claws subtly extended beneath her sleeves, yet retracted swiftly upon touching the calluses on his palm.Lance's pheromones intensified, the cedar scent mingled with a rust-like aroma from the war.He was stunned. "You know about that?""Ivy just told me," she replied.She bit her red lip, then lifted her head, her lashes trembling like cicada wings, "So the special someone you ment

Third Person's POVThe pine torches on the rock wall crackled and spat, casting interwoven shadows in the flickering firelight. The entire night was bathed in a warm, primal gold.And wasn't their life ahead long enough?The next morning, before 6. a. m., Ivy knocked outside.The bedroom had an inner and outer chamber, separated by a velvet curtain.At the knock, Lance and Adelaide sat up instantly—their wolf instincts ever-vigilant.Adelaide, upon seeing Lance bare, froze before grabbing the velvet blanket to cover herself.Her cheeks burned.Lance, recalling the previous night, felt a pang of inexperience and avoided her gaze.He slipped into his silk robe and cleared his throat. "I'll get up first. You... put on your robe. I'll call an omega in to help you dress."Why was there such awkwardness?He couldn't meet her eyes but glanced sneakily.Her sleepy, dazed look was like morning dew—stunning.He opened the door to Ivy and Susan. They bowed. "Alpha Lance," Susan greeted.Lance no