A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide nodded. “Certainly, but I’ll need Alpha Ulrik to sign an IOU first.”

“Absurd!” Rosemary snapped.

Adelaide leaned in, her voice soft as she steadied Rosemary’s back. “Don’t overexert yourself. Your herbs only last five days, and Shaman Digby won’t return after that.”

“What did you say?” Rosemary’s

bony claws dug into Adelaide’s wrist, her moonstone bracelet biting into the skin.

Luna Rosemary had forgotten Adelaide’s Frostfang Alpha blood.

As aura mounted, Adelaide’s muscles instinctively tensed.

Sabrina seized the moment, shoving Adelaide’s shoulder. The second her fingers made contact, a wave of Alpha aura erupted

from Adelaide.

Sabrina stumbled backward, knocking over a chair. Her golden–tipped ears flared in terror, pupils shrinking to slits under the moonlight–she’d caught the unmistakable scent of Alpha dominance.

“You you used aura on me?”

Adelaide examined the red marks on her wrist, her pheromones lingering like an invisible caress.

Rosemary gasped, releasing her grip as if she’d touched burning opal, her withered claws trembling in the air.

“Sabrina,” Adelaide said, adjusting her sleeve, her tone as calm as if discussing tomorrow’s patrol. “Shaman Digby said he won’t

return. If you doubt it, confront him yourself.”

Sabrina stared at the fading temporary mark on Adelaide’s neck–a stark contrast to the meek Luna who once gently distributed

cornflowers in the pack square.

Her throaty accusation dissolved into a reluctant whimper, and under Adelaide’s cold gaze, she bowed her head.

Rosemary let out a broken growl. “How dare you suppress Sabrina with your Alpha aura?”

Adelaide quirked a smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Gazing at the blood moon outside, her pupils slit like a wolf’s in the moonlight, she added, “Just remembered–Frostfang’s

s daughter isn’t a wrist to be grabbed lightly.”

With that, Adelaide turned and left, the room’s chaos swallowed by night.

She immediately sent an Omega to fetch him, but Digby didn’t appear, only sending a message via the duty healer.

Rosemary refused to belleve Shaman Digby wouldn’t come. He’d delivered medicine yesterday and detailed her condition.

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The message, delivered verbatim, nearly sent Rosemary into a rage.

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The duty healer relayed Digby’s message, “Don’t call me again. Bloodmoon’s actions are disheartening. Treating wolves with

such poor conduct makes me unhappy. As a rogue, I answer to no pack.”

Rosemary fumed, “She must’ve ordered Digby to stop treating me. How heartless! When she bonded with Ulrik, I thought her

gentle. But she’s plotting my death without his medicine.”

Alpha Isaiah stayed silent, clearly displeased, feeling Luna Adelaide had grown disobedient.

He’d expected a tantrum, not a cutoff of his mate’s medicine–this was crossing a line.

When Alpha Isaiah summoned his second son, Wilmot, the young wolf was gnawing on a dried deer bone.

“Bring Ulrik home,” Alpha Isaiah commanded, slamming the oak table and sending moonstone dust drifting. “By any means

no more stress for your mother.”

“Yes, Father!” Wilmot bolted out, aware Adelaide’s “outbursts” weren’t baseless, but knowing his father prized pack dignity over

truth.

Sabrina, meanwhile, stormed to Adelaide’s cottage–only to find the door locked.