A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

The first floor was spacious, divided into three halls. To reach the upper floors, one had to use the staire. on the right.

Beside this staircase was a hall where a display case stood. Several people were gathered around it, and Adelaide immediately recognized Rosemary, Gloria, and Sabrina.

They were intently selecting jewelry, oblivious to Adelaide’s presence.

However, the future heir of the Store spotted her.

The handsome young store owner rushed over, his face alight with excitement. “Luna Adelaide? Is it really you, Luna Adelaide? Goodness, when you returned, I watched from the third floor as you paraded through the streets with Alpha Lance. I’m so sorry I didn’t welcome you earlier.”

At his words, Rosemary, Gloria, and Sabrina all turned to look at Adelaide.

Rosemary scrutinized Adelaide from head to toe.

The aura of nobility and dignity surrounding Adelaide was undeniable, a stark contrast to her past self. noveldrama

Rosemary’s gaze was a complicated mix of anger, regret, resentment, and injustice, evoking a sense of sorrow in onlookers.

Sabrina’s emotions mirrored Rosemary’s but were laced with more jealousy and hatred.

Paisley remarked coldly, “What a downer!”

Adelaide merely glanced at them before turning away.

She addressed the beaming store owner, noting the sharp eyes of a businessman who had recognized her despite her plain attire that day.

It was no surprise, as she had visited the store with Priscilla before.

With a smile, she said, “Hi, no need for formalities. We’d like to browse the third floor for some jewelry. Would that be convenient?”

“Of course, it’s an honor,” the store owner replied enthusiastically. “Ladies, please follow me. I’ll personally attend to you.”

The Jewelry Store had its fair share of distinguished customers, from royalty to high–ranking officials and affluent families.

The store owner occasionally served them personally, but today’s exceptional warmth toward Adelaide was

rare.

Sabrina watched as Adelaide and her party ascended the stairs. A cold, wolfish snarl escaped her throat, tinged with envy and bitterness. Her pheromones reeked of jealousy and resentment.

“Some people, who once fawned over my mother like dogs, now turn tip their noses after climbing the social ladder. They won’t even acknowledge us. Disgusting, she spat.

Zelda, immersed in the joy of impending shopping, remained oblivious to the malicious pheromange

She felt Paisley’s grip on her wrist loosen–her crimson pheromones surged, and she bounded down the stairs with a roar, her aura shaking the first–floor tiles.

Zelda froze, her wolf cars twitching.

Paisley stood before Sabrina, her crimson pheromones blazing like wildfire. Her pupils narrowed into molten vertical slits, and her wolf claws faintly gleamed with silver. “Who are you talking about? Spit it out No beating around the bush.”

Sabrina shuddered under Paisley’s sudden aggressive aura, her pheromones thrown into disarray.

She instinctively stepped back, hiding like a frightened pup behind Gloria, her wolf ears flattened against her skull.

Gloria was growing increasingly annoyed. Her fingers flickered with the shadow of wolf claws, and she swept an impatient glance over Sabrina, “couldn’t Sabrina behave for once?”

The birthday banquet’s events were fresh in everyone’s mind–Sabrina’s shameless antics had been witnessed by all.

Surely she should be avoiding Adelaide, not actively provoking her.

Rosemary maintained a stern expression, her cedar pheromones, laced with restrained authority, gradually spreading. She glanced at Sabrina, whose aura shrank under the pressure. “Sabrina, cease your chatter. Her status is beyond our reach now. We cannot afford to offend her. Besides, we shared no genuine bond in the past–our previous interactions were mere performative kindness for public approval.”

With that, she stepped forward and dipped slightly toward Adelaide on the staircase, her pheromones carrying a meticulously controlled edge. “Luna Adelaide, please forgive Sabrina’s ignorance. She mistook you for the Luna of old and spoke disrespectfully. I beg your pardon.”

Adelaide stood midway on the second–floor staircase. Her cedar pheromones were as calm as an ice lake, with only a trace of suppressed dominance simmering beneath the surface like a hidden current.

As Rosemary spoke, guests on both floors turned to watch.

Several ladies present, who had attended the birthday banquet, hummed with curiosity.

“Your Luna? She is the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack, the mate of royalty. Don’t presume kinship here,” Zelda interjected.

Her fiery pheromones instantly enveloped Adelaide, her arm tightly linked with hers.

She raised her chin at Sabrina, her pupils narrowing with anger. “Who are you to claim her as your Luna? Everyone knows you’ve been eyeing my brother’s position as breeder. How dare you speak such words.”

This remark drew snickers, from the crowd, rippling with mocking pheromones.

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Sabrina’s face drained of color. Her pheromones devolved into chaotic turmoil, trembling with shame sort indignation, her wolf ears drooping in defeat.