A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Adelaide’s POV

The moonstone on the bronze candelabra cast a silverleaf grass scent through the air. I took a deep breath–time to stop beating

around the bush.

Once Beata left, I said, “Please, have a seat.”

Velda wore a wine–red pleated skirt, a wolf–tooth pendant symbolizing her battle merits gleaming at her throat.

When she sat, her bloodmoon sigil belt clinked against the basalt chair. The pendant caught the moonlight, making the fang seem almost alive against the night sky.

Velda wasn’t classically beautiful, but her sharp features and the killing edge honed in northern tribes radiated a shifter warrior’s

Jura

“Frostfang’s last scion,” she said, her slit pupils like poisoned blades. “Hear you wanted to see me. I’m here. One question–Will you coexist with me in Bloodmoon?”

Her tone was unyielding, a low growl warning in her throat. “Give me the truth. Playing weak won’t work on me.”

I met her gaze. “Lycan Luna Clarissa called you every she–wolf’s pride. How about this–do I have a choice besides coexisting?”

Velda’s reply was ice. “Depends on you.”

I laughed a sharp sound that caught her off guard, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

“I’m all for coexisting peacefully,” I said evenly.

Once the mating bond is severed, we’ll have no ties left–where’s the conflict?

Velda bared her teeth in a predator’s grin. “I told you, don’t lie. Think putting on this meek act will change Lycan Erasmus’s

mind?”

My nape glands flared hot. “Watch your tone, Velda,” I growled, my voice dipping into a lupine rasp.

I let a flicker of Alpha aura escape–enough to make Ulrik’s brow twitch.

But Velda’s pupils slit, her ears sprouting wolf–tipped fur.

I wasn’t about to let her lose control here.

“Not every she–wolf can rip through battle like you,” I continued. “Does that make the rest of us frauds?”

Turning to Ulrik, I pressed, “You swore before the Moon Goddess to honor me as your only mate. You broke that blood oath first

-don’t paint me as the villain.”

Velda snorted. “Blood oaths, huh? Makes me look like a scavenger hyena now.”

Ulrik squeezed her hand and fined to me. “I didn’t understand love back then. Meeting Velda changed that. My careless promises were wrong, but now my heart’s with her. We never meant to hurt you. You’re still Luna Adelaide. Once Velda and I are at war for Lycan King, our pups can stay with you. It’ll secure your standing in the pack.”

1 shot to my feet, claws elongating three inches. “What did you say? You want me to raise your pups?”

Dirik plowed on. “If you want pups of your own, we can mate. But after you’re pregnant

I turned to Velda, “And you agree to this?”

I’m done with you,” he finished..

Velda’s face soured, but she said, “I don’t do jealousy. Have your pups, secure your future. His visits to your bed? Not my

concern.”

A low, threatening growl rumbled in her throat.

Ulrik jumped in. “Don’t worry, once she’s pregnant, I’ll never touch her again.”

“No need for promises,” Velda muttered, turning away, her brows lilited in displeasure.

Looking at the two before me, I felt utter absurdity. “You’re a woman too–why demean our kind? Do you think 1, Adelaide, need Ulrik’s pups to survive? Must I stay in Bloodmoon, playing second fiddle to you forever?”