A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide looked at her and thought she was now more well–behaved than Cedric,

When she first joined the Blackthorn Pack, she had thought Priscilla would be difficult to get along with But within days, the two became close.

Priscilla no longer waited for Adelaide to grect her but instead took the initiative to have breakfast with her daily. She even moved to the neighboring yard and had plum trees planted there, clearly trying to get

close.

After the commotion subsided, Adelaide approached Zelda to ask her opinion on Alger.

At the mention of a mating, Zelda’s cheeks flushed, and she shyly asked, “Which Alger are you referring to?”

Adelaide laughed with her arms crossed, “Alger from the Glenveil Pack.”

Zelda was taken aback, “Glenveil Pack? Isn’t Alger from the Styxwarden Pack?”

Adelaide found it amusing, “Still trying to be clever?”

Realizing she was being teased, Zelda’s face turned as red as a sunset, and she ran away, calling out, “You’re so mean!”

But soon she returned, her eyes sparkling, “I do like Alger.”

After admitting it shyly, she ran off again. noveldrama

Adelaide couldn’t help but laugh. Her cedar pheromones carried a playful hint.

However, she still needed to clarify things and asked Paisley to bring Zelda back.

Adelaide’s wolf lightly hummed in her mind, curious about Zelda’s shyness.

Once Paisley escorted Zelda back and seated her, the tips of Zelda’s ears were slightly red, and her pheromones carried a nervous tang.

Adelaide’s gaze softened. She knew Zelda’s feelings for Alger were genuine.

“Have you met him?”

Adelaide gently asked, her voice soft as if not to startle Zelda.

Zelda’s eyes lit up like a moonlit lake in a deep forest, reflecting hope for the future, “Yes, I saw him when he came to the palace to greet Lycan Camilla.”

“What do you like about him?” Adelaide continued, her wolf wagging its tail encouragingly in her mind.

Zelda lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the chair’s armrest. Her pheromones carried a sweet scent of joy, “I don’t know, I just feel happy when I see him.”

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Adelaide guessed Alger must be handsome, as most love at first sight was appearance–based.

She smiled, a gleam in her eye like a hunter spotting prey, “Shall I find out his thoughts?”

Zelda looked up, her eyes filled with anticipation yet uncertainty, “I can’t decide this alone. It’s up to Priscilla and you.”

Adelaide’s wolf hummed contentedly in her mind.

Zelda couldn’t help but smile, her pheromones carrying a sweet anticipation, “But sure, it’s worth asking.”

As a royal princess, Zelda’s mating was usually a simple matter.

Lycan Erasmus could issue a decree, and the chosen one would mate with her.

But Adelaide wanted to know Alger’s true feelings. If he agreed only out of royal pressure, Zelda’s future might be bleak.

Adelaide understood Camilla’s intentions.

The male wolves of the Wall family each had their strengths. For an alliance, Alger, seemingly the most ordinary son, was the best choice.

The royalty often kept princesses‘ consorts in minor positions to centralize power.

Thus, choosing Alger wouldn’t hinder the Wall family’s more promising wolves.

But Priscilla disagreed.

She wanted an alliance with the Wall family but preferred Emlyn.

She thought Alger had no great prospects, lacked exceptional talent, and tinkered with trivial gadgets. When Adelaide asked her opinion, Priscilla hesitated before saying, “Can it be Emlyn instead?”

“Zelda likes Alger.”

“So what? A passing fancy won’t sustain a marriage. We need a respectable consort.”

“You know princesses‘ consorts usually hold minor roles. The key is emotional connection with Zelda.”

Priscilla insisted, “But Ansley’s consort is Veronica, an Alpha’s daughter. Alger isn’t even from an Alpha family.”

Adelaide coolly countered, “The Wall family’s she–wolves have fine bloodlines, but am I not good enough? Comparing Ansley to Lance, who in the royal priesthood can match you with Lance? Why lower yourself by comparing with them?”

Priscilla suddenly realized she was right. She stood excitedly, “You’re right! Who can compare with my son? Among the old Lycan King’s sons, who can match Lance except Lycan Erasmus? I’m always a winner!”

After Priscilla calmed down, Adelaide said, “Then I’ll send someone to ask Alger.”

“No need. Clarissa can just order it,” Priscilla said.

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“We have to,” Adelaide insisted.

Priscilla waved her hand, “No need. Asking him is already showing him respect.”

Seeing Adelaide’s stern look, Priscilla quickly agreed, “Alright, alright.”

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