A Female Alpha’s Revenge
Inside the car, Ramona had removed her sunhat, revealing a face strikingly similar to Willow's—exquisitely beautiful yet with a cold demeanor.
With the maid outside, she whispered, "Luna Adelaide, please save my mother."
Adelaide responded in a hushed tone, "But this isn't the real reason you stopped us."
"It's not."
Ramona shook her head, a flash of humiliation crossing her cold face as she squatted and bowed, tears welling in her eyes.
"Madison made me try to drive a wedge between you and Alpha Lance. Please, help me."
"Why should I help you?" Adelaide asked, observing the tears in Ramona's eyes—tears that might not signify sorrow but could be tools of intrigue.
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