A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Gloria was lost in thought when a pack member told her Ulrik had arrived.

She shook off her thoughts, let an omega adjust her dress’s veil, and left the house with them.

At the same time, Adelaide left the Frostfang Pack’s territory.

Both brides set out at nearly the same moment, but the scenes around them and their feelings were completely different.

Adelaide, her face hidden by a veil, couldn’t see clearly and focused on her dress’s hem and heels.

Prunella held her hand–her long, slender fingers gave a reassuring grip.

Adelaide could sense they were beyond the pack’s border and felt the pressure of a crowd.

“Adelaide, it’s time to get in the car. Be good from now on,” Irene said softly beside her.

Her words carried a mother’s bittersweet feelings.

Adelaide was a strong and lovely she–wolf about to mate again.

Irene hadn’t attended her first mating ceremony.

She’d written to Airella, criticizing the Bloodmoon Pack’s reputation and Ulrik’s mediocrity.

She was unhappy he was mating with his student.

But Airella’s reply was that the mating was final.,

Irene, as an instructor and not family, couldn’t stop it.

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After discussing with Klein, he coldly said, “Not attending is the biggest protest. If the Bloodmoon Pack is trustworthy, send funds later. If not, keep your resources. There’s always a second chance.”

Klein’s words were harsh but prophetic–there was indeed a second chance now.

This time, Adelaide’s parents were present.

But she needed some punishment for handling things alone instead of seeking help from the Warscar Training Camp.

If she could bear things alone, why had she sought help when Klein punished her in the past?

Adelaide instinctively reached før Irene’s hand, but another hand appeared.

It was broad and long, with a palm full of calluses, slender fingers, and neatly trimmed nails. The suit it wore had a golden wolf’s head emblem–reserved for royal Lycan descendants‘ mating

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ceremonies.

It was Lance, her mate.

Adelaide took a breath. The cedar pheromones intensified.

She placed her hand in his. Lance, inexperienced in holding hands, clumsily adjusted until their fingers interlocked.

Deep down, Adelaide’s wolf perked up at the pure joy in Lance’s pheromones, like moon grass blooming in the snow.

Lance’s cedar pheromones suddenly wavered, and his wolf cars twitched.

Adelaide’s heartbeat raced.

If not for its loudness, she might have noticed Lance’s quickening pulse and the slight tremor in his fingers.

Lance guided her toward the waiting car, ignoring murmurs about protocol. He wanted to walk beside her, supporting her as they faced their future together.

Though his height made true side–by–side walking difficult, it didn’t matter.

Each step felt like walking on clouds. The scene was more real than

any

dream.

He once thought he’d be trapped by past pain forever but didn’t expect fate to bless him with this happiness.

Adelaide’s wolf eyes gleamed in the shadows. She sensed the thaw in Lance’s pheromones–the sound of years of ice finally melting. She instinctively squeezed his hand, her wolf claws briefly extending and retracting.

Lance’s gaze stayed on Adelaide’s moon necklace. The pendant glowed with her heartbeat, weaving joy pheromones into a silver light around their linked hands.

“Your glands are glowing,” Lance said, his voice carrying a wolf–like growl and a hint of tremor in his pheromones.

Adelaide’s wolf suddenly nuzzled against her mate’s image in her mind, sensing the slight tremor in his fingers.

Earlier, Irene had glared at him, clearly annoyed that he hadn’t greeted the elders or followed traditional etiquette.

But Lance didn’t care–he’d face any punishment gladly.

The pain of a few lashes was nothing compared to this joy.

His eyes were only on Adelaide, his mate, his Luna.

He adjusted his breathing, fearing he might faint from emotion.

Walking toward the car, he wanted to lift her into his arms but couldn’t. He felt weak, as if walking

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unsteadily.

Where was his self–control? Gone!

Adelaide wanted to lift her veil to see Lance in his suit.

Her hand almost did it before Prunella stopped her.

Right, with Irene and schoolmates around, she couldn’t act impulsively.

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