A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700

Third Person’s POV

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All those headaches about survival, politics, and money seemed to simply bypass Priscilla.

Not that she didn’t find things to stress about–her worries usually revolved around keeping up with the Joneses, specifically her peers like Hera or Iris.

If she won a social rivalry, she was as giddy as a pup with a treat; if she lost, she’d fume for a bit and then forget all about it.

Even back when she was being played by Madison and Wanda, she just had a good cry and moved on.

She was like a high–maintenance Persian cat kept in a greenhouse, never letting a bad mood linger too long.

Priscilla spent the afternoon rambling through old memories.

Adelaide listened with saint–like patience until Priscilla started yawning, then excused herself to the bedroom.

Beata had brought up some fresh pastries; Lance polished off a couple before Adelaide sent her away to prep dinner.

After dinner, Lance reached out with a long arm and pulled her into his chest.

His deep eyes darkened under the lamplight, turning into swirling pools of heat.

“Honey,” he murmured, “you haven’t given me the time of day for nights now. You’ve been crashing the second you hit the pillow.”

Adelaide laughed, pushing against his burning chest.

“But honey, your leg is fractured. It’s not… practical.”

Lance’s hand traced the curve of her waist, moving upward, his eyes filled with unshielded desire.

“I’ve heard… there are other positions.”

Adelaide’s face flushed crimson instantly. She pressed a finger to his lips. “I. Do. Not. Know. Them!”

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Lance, completely shameless, parted his lips and gave her fingertip a playful nip.

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“You do combat drills every morning. Your flexibility has to be top–tier. Why don’t we get some practice in on the bed?”

With that, Lance flicked off the light and started fumbling around in the dark.

“Can you even walk over there?” Adelaide’s voice came through the gloom. “Do you want me to carry you?”

“I didn’t break both legs, I can walk… dammit! It wasn’t even hurting this bad until Albion put that goop on it.”

Adelaide shook her head. Since when did her iron–blooded mate become such a drama queen in private?

The heavy velvet curtains were drawn, and clothes hit the floor.

Afterward, Lance was clearly still feeling energetic.

He pressed into the crook of her neck, his voice low and gravelly. “I think, based on my Alpha stamina, I’ve got another round in me.”

Adelaide lay limp in his arms, her legs still trembling slightly.

Her voice was raspy and breathless, “I think, based on my Gamma stamina… I need a few days off.”

Lance pulled her tighter, kissing her flushed cheek. “Go to sleep. Goodnight, my dear Luna.”

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The controversy surrounding the Independent She–Wolf Center–the insults and the alike–had ultimately snowballed into a massive publicity campaign.

The institute was on track to officially open right after the New Year, thanks to Caldwell’s relentless oversight.

Paisley had literally slapped down a stack of blank checks. “If you run out, just ask for more,” she’d said, oozing confidence.

Elias’s

mate took charge of the entire procurement process.

From dorm beds to cafeteria pots and pans, to the looms, sewing machines, and espresso makers needed for job training–even the toiletries in the bathrooms–everything was

checked off the list.

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Mrs. Kell had managed pack affairs for years, so within days, everything was sourced. The custom equipment would arrive right after the holiday.

The institution was officially named the Tamara Institute.

It was Craig’s idea. Initially, the werewolves thought it was a weird choice–why not “Moon Goddess Sanctuary” or something similar?

But word traveled fast. People soon realized that “Tamara” was the name of the she–wolf from the Bloodmoon Pack who had taken her own life.

Once the truth was out, the public mood shifted.

The vitriol vanished, replaced by praise for Adelaide’s loyalty and heart.

Everyone knew she had pulled Tamara from the river once, but couldn’t save her a second time.

It was clear that she was building this center so no other she–wolf would ever have to reach that breaking point.

When a public project has a tragic, real–world story behind it, it’s easy for the masses to feel the empathy.

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