A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

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On the day of Priscilla’s party, the capital’s nobility, royal officials, and their families flocked to Alpha Lance’s Blackthorn Pack.

Despite no snow, she’d invited everyone under the pretense of snow viewing, relocating the plum blossoms to an obscure corner.

After transplantation, not a single bloom opened this year.

Even with the chief gardener’s care following Lance’s victorious return, only a few flowers dotted the garden.

But the truth was clear to everyone–Priscilla was showing off.

She wore a plum–colored velvet gown with tulip patterns, a pure white fox–fur coat, and a ruby–studded golden crown.

Her few gray hairs were styled into a high bun, and she looked incredibly luxurious.

Madison, though dressed up, paled in comparison to Priscilla’s opulence.

Priscilla had lived a life of luxury in the palace for years. Her skin was fair and rosy, with not a single wrinkle around her eyes.

In contrast, Madison’s eyes were lined with wrinkles. Her skin, dry from the winter, looked even older despite the makeup. noveldrama

The two Full Moon Priestesses didn’t attend, claiming the cold affected their health. In reality, they just didn’t want to see Priscilla show off.

But the other nobility and officials‘ families still came. They might not have respected Priscilla enough to attend, but they respected Alpha Lance.

Some fawned over her, praising her appearance.

Wanda brought Sabrina today.

Sabrina was dressed very prettily. Her clothes and jewelry were gifts from Wanda, the latest winter fashion.

With her naturally fair skin, she looked fresher than the flowers.

To meet Priscilla today, Sabrina had researched her vanity. She knew Priscilla loved to be told how young she looked.

When greeting her, she feigned surprise and quickly apologized, “I’m so sorry. Seeing your snow–white skin and youthful beauty, I was momentarily stunned. It was disrespectful.”

Priscilla’s face lit up. “Who might you be? Such sweet words. I’m over forty, nowhere near as lovely as a young girl.”

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“I’m Sabrina, sister of Alpha Ulrik from the Bloodmoon Pack. I speak the truth. Your beauty and grace are unmatched. I’ve never seen anyone so divine–I thought you were the Moon Goddess herself!”

Sabrina’s flattery struck just the right chord with Priscilla.

Priscilla owned numerous exquisitely carved moon goddess statues, each depicting the Goddess with gentle features and dignified grace.

She felt she had everything in life–material wealth and love. If only she could be revered like the moon goddess, she’d be perfectly content.

Beaming broadly, Priscilla turned to Omega Susan beside her and said, “What a clever young lady. Bring me that coral bracelet of mine to give to her.”

Susan hesitated, then fetched the precious coral bracelet and gave it to Sabrina.

Sabrina was thrilled, but she kept her delight hidden.

She responded with devout gratitude. “Thank you, Priscilla. I’m honored to receive your gift. I’ll pray daily for your happiness and good health.”

“Good child, rise,” Priscilla said, taking a liking to Sabrina’s sharp tongue.

She instructed her to visit often.

The noblewomen present disdainfully viewed Sabrina’s overt flattery.

The Moon Goddess?

The Moon Goddess was compassionate, not showy like Priscilla.

Someone asked, “Why isn’t Miss Davidson from the Frostfang Pack here today?”

When this question was raised, everyone realized Adelaide wasn’t present.

This was odd because, as Alpha Lance’s future mate, she should have been the guest of honor at Priscilla’s party in the Blackthorn Pack.

As whispers spread about Adelaide’s absence, Priscilla coolly stated, “Not everyone is invited to my snow- viewing party.”

The guests understood–Priscilla disapproved of Lance’s future mate.

It was true that although Adelaide hailed from the Frostfang Pack and had earned her merits in battle, she was still a she–wolf who’d dissolved a mating bond. And since Alpha Lance was of royal lineage, Priscilla might feel that Adelaide was somewhat beneath him.

Glenveil Pack’s Rowena felt uneasy.

Priscilla’s exclusion of Adelaide was excessive. Even if she disapproved, with the mating bond to Lance set, a show of harmony was expected.

Rowena glanced at her son’s mate, Wanda, who was whispering with a Tenar family girl, and shook her head–Wanda’s schemes remained inscrutable.

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Recalling the rumors they’d spread to undermine Adelaide, Rowena knew they’d only hurt themselves.