A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Under Clarissa’s guidance, Zelda conducted herself with decorum while retaining her vivacity

Yet, she inherited a touch of Priscilla’s sharpness.

Normally reticent, she would not bandy words, but this mother–daughter duo’s audacity to embarrass Adelaide in public was intolerable. Did they think Princess Zelda was nonexistent?

Adelaide felt a swell of pride in Zelda, not for standing up for her, but for Zelda’s inner strength beneath her gentle exterior.

Previously worried Zelda might become like Melinda post–mating, Adelaide now saw otherwise.

Zelda’s mild manners hid a steely resolve.

Without sparing the duo a glance, Adelaide said to Zelda, “Let’s go. I brought some pink diamonds today. I want to have a pink diamond–studded crown made for you. I wonder if the store owner can…

“Possible, of course!” the store owner interjected eagerly.

“Whenever Luna Adelaide commands, our store is at your service.” noveldrama

Adelaide gently poked Zelda’s nose. “Let’s pick out the jewelry. Whatever you fancy, it’s yours today.”

The two ascended the stairs arm in arm. Paisley cast a cold glance at Sabrina and Rosemary before following.

Sabrina was beside herself with rage.

A pink diamond headpiece? Adelaide would gift her any jewelry from the third floor?

Once, Adelaide had gifted her jewels and seasonal attire with generosity, even promising a substantial mating gift.

Now Adelaide was preparing gifts for others…

Today, accompanying Gloria to select accessories, Gloria had only browsed the first floor, nowhere near the third floor’s elite pieces.

Why such disparity between people?/

Sabrina felt the guests‘ scornful stares and her wolf ears flattened, her silver–grey wolf hairs bristling with shame. Her Bloodmoon Pack’s pine pheromones sharpened instinctively.

She spun around and seized Gloria’s arm, her knuckles whitening as wolf claws threatened to emerge. “Luna Gloria, I’m going to the third floor too.”

Gloria seethed internally, her cedar pheromones turbulent.

She had reluctantly funded Sabrina’s mating jewelry.

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Chapter 378

As the pack’s Luna, she could contribute, but now she was expected to bear the full costs

Unconsciously stroking the silver chain on her wrist, her knuckles cracked faimly—a sign of imminent partial shifting.

She had never wished to visit the Golden Jewelry Store.

Prices were exorbitant, and she’d planned to purchase from an ordinary store. But Rosemary insisted Sabrina couldn’t join the Glenveil Pack looking shabby.

Mating jewelry should be exquisite and costly to showcase her virtue.

Bound by Rosemary’s words, Gloria reluctantly brought them to the store.

She intended to browse the first floor only, but Adelaide’s arrival had Sabrina insisting on the third floor.

Gloria mentally cursed, “Did Sabrina realize their Bloodmoon Pack was a mere shell? Did she not see her family draining her resources? Yet here she was, demanding to go upstairs.”

With numerous eyes upon her, Gloria swallowed her pride. Suppressing her growl, she retracted her claws and forced a smile. “Let’s visit the second floor. The third floor isn’t necessary.”

But Sabrina, in a huff, her silver–grey wolf ears flaring and sulfuric pheromones billowing with fury, retorted, “I want to go to the third floor and make a purchase. Our pack isn’t destitute. Alpha Ulrik has received rewards.”

Gloria’s chest heaved with suppressed cedar dominance.

The five million dollars wasn’t a mountain of gold. Was it inexhaustible?

Her nape glands warmed with anger, and Alpha–mate pheromones leaked uncontrollably.

“Go ahead, visit the third floor,” Rosemary said coolly.

Her aged cedar pheromones carried the old Luna’s pressure, like a thin sheet of ice over the air. “Just a piece or two–elegance over quantity.”

Her vertical pupils contracted behind her lenses, her wolf tail sweeping the floor beneath her skirt–a gesture that hinted at her intent to observe what Adelaide would select for the princess.

Previously, Adelaide had never gifted Sabrina third–floor jewelry.

She was determined to say something upstairs, even just a single sentence, to convey the message to the third–floor guests. After all, those guests were the true nobility of the city.

Gloria led them to the third floor, each step like treading on hot coals. The silver chain in her palm grew scorching.

The third floor’s decor diverged from the first two, favoring elegance over opulence.

While lacking the grandeur of the lower floors, a closer look revealed fine wood in every display case and table.

Unlike the first two floors, the third housed only one showcase, with the rest being private rooms offering

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coffee, pastries, and discreet service for leisurely browsing..