A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

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Before entering the house, Melinda had learned the ins and outs from an omega and thus understood the situation. Consequently, she didn’t empathize with her mother’s dramatic lament.

She spoke gravely, “Mother, when the Frostfang Pack was in trouble and you chose to stand aside, you shouldn’t expect to reap any benefits now that they’re regaining their glory.”

“Moreover, Adelaide never blamed you for not helping her back then. It was merely when she sent me gifts that you worried they might bring misfortune.”

“Besides, with Luna Airella gone, your bond with Adelaide is tenuous at best. She left early for the Shadow Peaks training and, upon returning, preferred to spend time with me. You never even offered her a meal. How can you now invoke past connections?”

Skye felt a choke in her throat, her fir pheromones turning sour.

After a while, she shifted the blame to a distant relative, Sidney.

“Sidney is also her aunt. She was the one who facilitated Adelaide’s and Ulrik’s mating bond. Why hasn’t she returned to the Frostfang Pack? It shows that it’s not just me who’s cold–hearted but everyone else as well.”

Melinda sighed, her moon grass pheromones releasing a soothing aura.

“You know full well what Sidney’s situation is. She suffers from chronic wolfsbane syndrome, making even shifting difficult. Her mate’s Blue Abyss Pack is managed by Alpha Germain’s lover, restricting her to the pack’s territory and limiting her freedom.”

Skye said resentfully, “Forget it. From now on, I won’t take the initiative to contact your cousin. You can maintain the relationship. After all, she will be Alpha Lance’s mate. Don’t think our positions as Lunas are the same–your father has no say in the Royal Council, while Alpha Lance holds real power as the head of the Ironclaw Army and the judiciary.”

Melinda didn’t respond.

She knew her father, Alpha Howell, all too well. Back when the old Lycan King was alive, it was only due to the Silverlight Pack’s former Alpha’s merits that they stayed in the capital. If not for his deliberate restraint, he might have been sent to the border long ago.

Her mother wasn’t unaware of these facts but constantly complained about their marital and pack status. noveldrama

Skye continued to rant about Priscilla’s winter party. “Everyone was discussing Adelai defend her, but you know your father’s temperament. I was afraid that speaking up w

In the end, it all came down to blaming Alpha Howell.

Melinda grew increasingly uneasy and questioned the accompanying omega.

wanted to

cause trouble…”

She discovered that her mother not only failed to defend Adelaide but also joined in the gossip.

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At the Frostfang Pack’s art exhibition, her mother’s discontent over not receiving a painting was evident to

all.

Knowing her mother’s inability to hide her feelings, Melinda realized Adelaide must have noticed the

resentment.

Melinda sighed in resignation–if even she, newly mated and part of the Soulrend Pack, understood the ways of the world, how could her mother not? Especially considering how Luna Airella had once looked after her mother.

The next day, Melinda took it upon herself to visit the Frostfang Pack and apologize on her mother’s behalf.

She couldn’t bear to lose this cousin–without family in the Soulrend Pack, only at Adelaide’s could she find a moment’s peace.

At that moment, Adelaide was conversing with Craig. Upon hearing Melinda’s arrival, she said to Craig. “You go wander around. I’ll chat with Melinda.”

“Forget it,” Craig said with a grin as he packed up his art supplies.

“I promised to paint Cedric’s portrait. Don’t you dare cause a commotion like last time–remember that sketch of you kicking the plum tree? The Crimson Flame Pack still laughs about it.”

Recalling how her impulsive Shadow Peaks training days were immortalized in a realistic sketch, Adelaide rolled her eyes. “Got it. Off you go to paint your model.”

Watching her leave, Craig reminisced about her carefree days in the Shadow Peaks.

Now burdened with the Frostfang Pack’s responsibilities, her former sharpness had dulled, prompting a quiet sigh from him.

When Melinda arrived, Adelaide’s cedar pheromones softened, but upon noticing a fresh bite mark on her wrist–a telltale sign of a recent temporary bond marked with unfamiliar musk–she hesitated.

Seeing Melinda’s furrowed brow and worried expression, Adelaide couldn’t help but ask, “Does your mate treat you poorly?”

Adelaide’s vertical pupils glinted with a golden hue in the candlelight.

Melinda’s moon grass pheromones suddenly wavered, her wolf ears subconsciously flattening. “He treats me well. Don’t about me, Adelaide.”

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Her fingers brushed the silver wolf–head amulet at her waist, filled with Alpha Howell’s secretly given healing powder.

“You’ve lost weight,” Adelaide observed.

“Just not hungry in the cold,” Melinda forced a smile.

The new mark on her neck oozed tiny red bumps. “He says I look more delicate like this, my waist so slender it’s captivating.”

Adelaide frowned–this sounded all too familiar to the breeders who relied on powerful werewolves.

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But seeing Melinda’s reluctance to claborate, she dropped the subject.

After a brief chat, Melinda hurried to take her leave, citing “Dwight’s mother’s poor health requiring, care-

Seeing Melinda off at the Frostfang Pack’s border, Adelaide couldn’t help but say, “Don’t always suppress yourself. You can’t please everyone by constantly trying to accommodate them.”

Melinda looked at Adelaide for a moment, then shook her head firmly and said, “You’re wrong, People’s hearts are tender. I can warm them over time.”