A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 252

Third Person’s POV

The amber glow in Lance’s wolf eyes reflected the candlelight as cedar pheromones suddenly enveloped

Adelaide, carrying a hint of drunken richness.

The temporary mark on the back of Adelaide’s neck suddenly grew warm-the irresistible attraction between

werewolf mates made her subconsciously grip his hand. Her fingertips touched the pulsing gland in his palm,

transmitting the sfrequency of joyous tremors.

Adelaide looked at Lance’s profile and his defined jawline from the side, forcing herself to avert her gaze;

otherwise, her heartbeat would be uncontrollable.

When the banquet reached the dessert course, Irene led the Warscar Training Carp students toward the main

table.

Craig, holding a champagne glass, was enough to make Cyrus rise in greeting voluntarily.

Since Lance and Adelaide’s mating ceremony was presided over by Doug, Irene specially prepared three glasses

of ice champagne.

She herself lifted the heavy beast horn cup, drained it in one gulp, and let out a satisfied growl from her throat.

Facing the elderly and frail Doug, she merely gestured for him to lightly touch the rim of the cup with his lips,

preserving the elder’s dignity while considering his weakened bloodline that couldn't handle such strong alcohol.

Adelaide, watching everyone approach one by one, felt her eyes well up.

They had cto declare their power and support for her. Even within Alpha Lance's Blackthorn Pack, they used

the wolfish “clinking of blood cups” ritual to announce to all Blackthorn Pack members present -this territory

would now also echo with the roar of the Warscar Training Camp, extending her influence.

No one would raise objections to Irene’s background or Craig's artistic fat this moment.

In the shadows nearby, Madison and Wanda maintained stern expressions and malevolent gazes.

Seizing the moment when Irene and others left their seats, they pounced toward Priscilla like hyenas scenting

carrion.

Madison agitatedly stirred the murky fruit wine in her stone cup with a thick bone skewer, deliberately drawing

out her words in a tone of false concern, “Oh, Priscilla, my dear sister, watching this grand spectacle, I'm truly

worried for you. Look at Adelaide’s backing... Tsk, tsk. As Lance’s mother, not only will you not see her bow to

you, but in the future, every word and glance with her will need careful deliberation. Should you accidentally

offend this Luna and displease the claws and fangs behind her, who knows what kind of ‘reply’ you might

receive?”

She emphasized the word “reply,” hinting at bloody retribution.

Priscilla’s mood was as complex as a torn prey animal, indescribably painful.

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Chapter 252

On one hand, as the Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, Lance’s grand mating ceremony, drawing representatives

from numerous powerful tribes, filled her with pride as a blood relative.

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The “gifts” Adelaide received filled the entire exhibition hall, and her network spanned all circles, bringing glory

to Priscilla

But this suprhonor shone upon the newly mated pair, “Lance & Adelaide,” not directly illuminating Priscilla

herself.

Madison’s venomous words stung her, amplifying and distorting the subtle sense of loss and discontent within

her.

Was she truly to live at Adelaide’s mercy from now on?

There was no reason for an Alpha’s mother to suffer such humiliation!

Should Adelaide openly violate the ancient tenets of “bloodline hierarchy” and “respect for elders,” that alone

would invite severe criticism from the royal elder council.

But seeing today’s display, with the Warscar Training Camp's strong support, it was abnormal in itself.

What frightened Priscilla most was the thought of Adelaide appearing respectful to her face while using powers

and schemes she didn’t understand to trip her up behind her back-truly leaving her helpless.

Priscilla knew herself to be naively raised, sheltered by the former Lycan Luna.

If Adelaide was adept at political maneuvering, Priscilla would be no match.

At this thought, she lost all interest in dessert and even began doubting the wisdom of moving to the Blackthorn

Pack.

At the welcbanquet two days prior, she had noticed many guests didn’t take her seriously.

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The more she thought, the more disheartened she became.

Madison, seeing her few words pierce Priscilla’s most vulnerable nerve like a venomous sting, inwardly sneered

at the she-wolf’s foolishness.

At the stime, she exchanged a knowing glance with Wanda.

Wanda immediately chimed in,

raising her voice with a deliberately

“righteous” tone, “I cannot agree with

you, Mother. No matter how

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ov por fels wii is the law

ot our wolf bloodline after millions of

years? It is to revere the source of

blood and to honor the elders!

Wolves who defy this will be forsaken

by the Moon Goddess. Even |, a royal

descendant, after my mating,

dutifully learned how to manage a

pack.” She deliberately highlighted

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These words acted like a shot of

adrenaline, instantly straighiering,

Prseleg slumped Yobtlre and

blightening her dimmed eyes. Yes!

Bloodline hierarchy! Honor the elders!

These were the ironclad laws in our blood.

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Chapter 252

Even with the favor of Lycan Erasmus, what could Adelaide do?

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