A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide’s whip snapped to the side, rulling the wolf warriors‘ fur.

They caught the dual scent in her pheromones–the cedar of the Frostfang Pack and the fir of the Ironthorn soldiers, resonating in her blood.

When Wanda snarled, the fresh rash on her neck flared up.

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“Odd,” Adelaide mused, tapping the ledger with her wolf claws, “We’re just here to reconcile accounts. Why all the fuss?”

“Did you embezzle the dividends, Wanda?” she asked.

Her pheromones pressed down, souring Wanda’s instantly.

“You’re lying!” Wanda snapped, all bluster but reeking of guil

As servants lifted the boxes, Adelaide caught the distant howl.

“Let’s hope you’re not lying. Since you won’t check, Priscilla and I will visit the Glenveil Pack.”

She barred the wolf warriors with her whip and ordered the omegas, “Load the ledgers–we’re heading to Glenveil.”

The warriors didn’t dare stop them. Shielded by Adelaide, the omegas carried the chests out. noveldrama

Ignoring Madison’s livid face, Adelaide waved Priscilla over. “No justice here. Let’s find a place that speaks reason.”

Priscilla trotted to her side, and Adelaide took her hand, whip in the other, ready to leave.

“Stop!” Madison’s musk surged as her claws dug into the seat.

Adelaide laughed lightly. “Planning to attack us with five hundred warriors? If you win, it’s assaulting royalty. If you lose… tsk, embarrassing.”

Adelaide’s presence was undeniable.

The warriors‘ tails curled in their armor, their hackles rising under dual pressure.

Madison loathed Adelaide’s grin–it mirrored her mother’s,

Both were schemers.

Adelaide’s smile never wavered. We came to reconcile accounts. Why the drama? Madison, is there something to hide? Once we’re at Glenveil, Priscilla should throw a party and invite everyone to discuss this.”

Wanda snarled, “You’re the one lying! What hidden agenda? Didn’t I send Priscilla the ledgers?”

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“Odd.” Adelaide mused, tapping the ledger with her wolf claws, the accounts you sent to the palace don’t match those I found at the store”

“The ledgers you sent show losses. The ones I found at the store show profits. Care to explain the discrepancy?” Adelaide’s voice sharpened.

Wanda fumed. “Why raise your voice? This is my mother’s estate, not yours or the Blackthorn Pack’s.”

Adelaide’s gaze turned icy. “Madison’s estate or not, we’re here for accountability. If not, let’s leave.” With that, she began to lead Priscilla away.

Madison smashed a cup to the floor, her voice cutting through the silence. “Reconcile accounts? Fine, let’s!”

Wanda turned to her mother, voice urgent.

Madison’s eyes flashed. “Bring all financial staff here. I want to see how Johnson embezzled.”

Adelaide smiled faintly. “Clever move, Madison. If Johnson’s guilty, he’ll face the judiciary.”

Madison glared at her, icy resolve in her eyes..

She knew once Johnson reached the judiciary, he’d confess everything.

It was no use trying to pin the blame on him.

Johnson was Wanda’s servant from the Glenveil Pack. After a misconduct, the Luna of Glenveil transferred him to the manor.

Wanda had spotted his cunning and promoted him to manager of the Golden Jewelry Store.

Essentially, Johnson was still tied to Glenveil. If Adelaide dragged this to Glenveil, it would harm both their reputations.

The scandal of Wanda gifting the wolf–head statue to the Frostfang Pack’s Airela had already tarnished Madison’s name. She’d hoped to lie low for a couple of years, letting people forget before making new plans.

That’s why even when Adelaide and Priscilla came for diamonds and money, she’d given in to avoid a

scene.

Now, this wasn’t just about money. If exposed, it would be fraud against the New Moon Priestess.

Wanda, as Madison’s daughter, might avoid court but would face public backlash.

Glenveil Pack would jump at the chance to expel her, and being a thief would give them the perfect

excuse.

But she wouldn’t return the money. The store was near its end anyway. She’d just hand it over. After all, it had always been part of the plan.

Though profitable, the store’s reputation was terrible–only good for quick cash, not long–term business.

With this plan in mind, the account verification sped up. She’d reviewed the records; the total profit the years was roughly this amount.

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Seven or eight financial staff worked furiously, their calculators clacking away. They claimed they could finish within two hours.

To make the two hours feel longer, they withheld meals and turned off the heating. The bone–chilling cold crept up from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

Madison and Wanda huddled with hot water bottles, but Adelaide and Priscilla had none.

Adelaide was fine, but Priscilla shivered uncontrollably in the freezing cold.

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