Semua Bab A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Third Person's POVMelinda burst into tears, covering her face.Even though she didn't finish speaking, everyone knew what she was implying.Willow would come to her and brag about sleeping with Dwight."Focus on your pregnancy for now. Once the baby's born, you can deal with her," Adelaide advised. She couldn't suggest specifics yet, as Melinda's pregnancy was still fragile."It's impossible. I can't even say a word. Dwight protects her in every way. Hayden paid her breach of contract fee, but she slapped Hayden just for a single remark," Melinda explained.Both Paisley and Adelaide were furious. How could Dwight be so heartless?He used Hayden's money to pay off Willow and then had Hayden slapped over a comment.Adelaide demanded, "Has he hit you?""Not yet," Melinda replied.Adelaide warned, "He might start. Who knows what Willow might do next? She's from a nightclub and knows how to scheme."She placed a comforting hand on Melinda's shoulder. "How many people did you bring from th

Third Person's POVPrincess Margot said, "She was once highly praised after a victorious return, but now she's fallen just as far. Those with ill intentions always get their comeuppance. I hear folks dump trash at the Bloodmoon Pack's entrance daily.""Isn't Ulrik under investigation by the Royal Inspection Bureau?" Princess Yvette asked."Yes, and Lycan Erasmus even had him apologize with Velda, but it failed. The matter's at an impasse now. The Bloodmoon and Stormridge Packs are sworn enemies," Margot added.Adelaide stayed silent, merely listening. No need to voice an opinion.She felt bad for Vanya, who shared quarters with them. "Their daily life must be awful," she thought."The omega servants probably despise Velda too, having to clean up trash constantly—it's disgusting."The public was fickle. They could lift you up, praising endlessly, or drag you down, trampling you daily.Back at the Blackthorn Pack, Adelaide asked Avery about the guards. Avery first asked, "What's the pay

Third Person's POVThe driver started the car, kicking up dust. Gloria jumped back, furious and buzzing with anger.Why could Adelaide speak of Ulrik like that?Inside the car, Georgina asked, "Are the capital's rules so strange? She talks like that and we don't even hit her?"Adelaide put away her tissue. "Public quarrels are rare here. Most are polite on the surface but scheming behind the back. Gloria dared to provoke me publicly; it wouldn't be wrong to have her slapped. But I didn't bring wolf guards. I can't act myself, nor can I let you two do it."Paisley, with the powerful Crimson Flame Pack backing her, couldn't afford to offend Tad.The two girls were there to protect Melinda and should avoid trouble.Paisley said, "We've already won the argument. No need for violence. Didn't you see her face turn blue with rage? Beating women isn't satisfying. We've been to war and don't resort to violence easily. Even hitting Willow that day felt pointless. Gloria's no fighter; hitting he

Third Person's POV"You're the one who messed up!"Gloria lunged forward, her pheromones turning violent, her claws almost bursting through her fingertips. "The pack's in trouble, and you're rich but refuse to help. I've covered so many expenses—it's all documented. You took so much money from Alpha Ulrik but give nothing back. You demand fancy meals and a crowd of servants. Why should I, who supports the entire pack, also support you? It's not fair!"With each sentence, her pheromones fluctuated wildly, as if trying to shatter Velda's indifference.Her wolf claws opened involuntarily, her nails piercing her gloves, and a wolf-like whine escaped her throat."Because you're stupid!" Velda snorted. Her pheromones shot at Gloria like arrows, forcing her back."Do you think the Bloodmoon Pack will turn against me because of your tears and rage? Do you think you can remove the pack guards here? I'll turn the Bloodmoon Pack upside down if you don't leave."She turned and left, her steps ste

Third Person's POVDwight's face turned pale. His wolf claws dug into his palms, blood dripping onto the stone bricks beneath his feet.He never expected things to escalate this far. He'd anticipated mere verbal reprimands."Lycan Erasmus, I know I'm wrong... no, I'm guilty. Please show mercy," he pleaded in a panic, his voice cracking. The parliamentary hall echoed with his whiny wails.His wolf howled in agony, sensing the darkness of his future.His pheromones reeked of sulfur, and his once sharp wolf eyes were now dull.The authority of the wolf parliament was unshakable, and Dwight's fate was sealed by Lycan Erasmus's verdict—a divine judgment from the wolf deity, irrevocable."Drag him out!" Lycan Erasmus commanded with a wave of his hand.Dwight, whom he had personally promoted, now disgusted him with his disgraceful conduct.Guards hauled Dwight away. He wailed all the way, begging for forgiveness, his former arrogance replaced by utter humiliation."Summon Ulrik!" Lycan Erasm