Semua Bab A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Bab 701 - Bab 710

Third Person's POVThe past flashed through his mind like frames from a slow-motion, black-and-white movie.Just like Digby said—did he know it was wrong? Of course, he knew.But why did he do it anyway? Was it for some cheap shot of vanity? Or just to feel like he actually mattered in this twisted excuse for a family?"Go home," Digby said, waving him off like he was shooing a fly."It's freezing out here. You're the Captain of the Royal Guard; standing here begging at my front door like a stray just causes me trouble. It makes a mockery of the sacrifice Alpha Zander made for you."Shame hit Ulrik like a tidal wave, but Rosemary was still his mother.He gritted his teeth, his voice barely a whisper. "Dr. Digby… I'm begging you. Just one bottle. Even if it just gets her through the New Year, please.""She doesn't deserve it."Digby spat the words out, ice-cold. End of discussion.Ulrik walked away from the center looking like a ghost—empty and broken.Back inside, Galvin stepped out f

Third Person's POVPaisley took a sip of freshly brewed black coffee and noted, "Wendy says Sabrina didn't show her face at all. On the other hand, Velda actually managed to show up for the old hag's funeral."Ever since the assassination attempt that nearly cost her her life, Velda had been acting like a spooked rabbit, hiding out in her villa and skipping even the major holidays.During Rosemary's final days, she was practically a ghost.Paisley frowned. "If the hitmen are still tailing her, slipping in to finish the job during a funeral would have been child's play.""She only crawled out because she saw an opening," Adelaide said, not even looking up from her paperwork."With those high-profile royal cases still open, the Royal Guard has the whole city under a microscope. Nobody's going to risk a hit right now. Velda's got just enough brains to know that.""Who's organizing the service?" Adelaide asked casually.Gloria was still physically wrecked from her premature labor and didn

Third Person's POVAdelaide knew exactly what Camilla was doing. She was stirring the pot, throwing shade at Lycan Erasmus for neglecting her as his primary mate.Adelaide raised her glass and gave a textbook-perfect response."Lycan Erasmus and Lycan Luna Clarissa are the ultimate soulmates. The rest of us are just doing our best to mimic the kind of love you two have."Camilla's face went stiff as she forced a thin smile. She didn't push it.Her life with Lycan Erasmus was a total PR stunt; his heart really belonged to Tracy, who was sitting right across the table.If he gave her even half the attention he gave that breeder, she wouldn't be this stressed out, constantly playing 4D chess to secure her son's future.In the cutthroat world of the Lycan royals, if Tracy managed to drop a male cub anytime soon...While she was lost in thought, an omega stepped up to Tracy with a gilded bowl and whispered, "It's time for your supplements, ma'am."A lightbulb went off in Camilla's head. He

Third Person's POVAdelaide arched an eyebrow, playing along. "High-stakes performances get a bigger bonus—ten grand. Standard stuff only gets you a thousand.""What counts as high-stakes?" Paisley asked, her voice raspy from laughing so hard. "You gonna do some circus acrobatics, Avery?"Avery's eyes lit up with a greedy green glow, like a wolf scenting a kill."Eating! I can take down a mixing-bowl-sized portion of pasta in under two minutes! Or drinking—I chug this whole bottle of vodka, do I get the ten grand?""In your dreams!" Adelaide and Paisley chimed in, cracking up."Five grand then!" Avery pushed, holding up five fingers and waving them around."Five thousand bucks! I do the food and the booze. Come on, I'm putting my stomach on the line here!"Paisley grabbed a cashew off the table and flicked it perfectly at his forehead."You trying to choke or just get alcohol poisoning? Didn't Caldwell give you a massive year-end bonus already? You really that thirsty for another five

Third Person's POVThe snoring was coming from Elias, who was sprawled out on the sofa, sleeping like a dead weight.Lance sat across from him, gripping a newspaper so hard his knuckles were white, a vein throbbing in his temple.He wanted to catch some shut-eye too! But this damn snoring was loud enough to bring the roof down. How was he supposed to rest?As the host, he couldn't exactly ditch his guest and head back to his bedroom.Lance glared at Elias, wondering how he could have zero manners. Who shows up at someone else's house at the crack of dawn just to take a nap? No wonder Harper was always riding him; clearly, she had her reasons!An hour later, Lance and Adelaide finally saw that group out, only for the next wave to arrive: Ellen, Anilo, and Ampelio, along with their mates.The wives had heard their husbands had apprenticed themselves to a young, beautiful she-wolf, and they'd shown up with their guards high, itching to s