A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 704

Chapter 704

Third Person’s POV

Paisley took a sip of freshly brewed black coffee and noted, “Wendy says Sabrina didn’t show her face at all. On the other hand, Velda actually managed to show up for the old hag’s funeral.

Ever since the assassination attempt that nearly cost her her life, Velda had been acting like a spooked rabbit, hiding out in her villa and skipping even the major holidays.

During Rosemary’s final days, she was practically a ghost.

Paisley frowned. “If the hitmen are still tailing her, slipping in to finish the job during a funeral would have been child’s play.”

“She only crawled out because she saw an opening,” Adelaide said, not even looking up from her paperwork.

“With those high–profile royal cases still open, the Royal Guard has the whole city under a microscope. Nobody’s going to risk a hit right now. Velda’s got just enough brains to know that.”

“Who’s organizing the service?” Adelaide asked casually.

Gloria was still physically wrecked from her premature labor and didn’t have the energy; someone like Velda would just go through the motions and never handle the tedious logistics.

“Vanya,” Paisley sighed. “They’re still kin. Even if they’ve split households, she couldn’t just cut them off completely. She’s the only one left willing to step up for the sake of the pack’s reputation.”

“Vanya has a lot of heart,” Adelaide said, a hint of genuine respect in her eyes. “In a den of vipers like the Bloodmoon Pack, that’s a rare trait.”

Everyone nodded in silent agreement, while simultaneously offering a mental curse to Rosemary’s

memory.

Lance was the only one who didn’t join in the bashing.

As an Alpha, he obviously loathed Rosemary for how she’d treated Adelaide, but he also knew that if she hadn’t been so spectacularly stupid, he might never have had the chance to mate with Adelaide.

Right now, the formidable Alpha was sitting on the sofa, nursing a bruised ego.

His leg was mostly healed, and the goose–egg lump on his head had gone down, but it had left behind a faint, stubborn bruise.

At a glance, it looked like some kind of unlucky omen tattooed on his forehead.

Caldwell, far from being supportive, had decided to poke the bear. “Oh, Alpha Lance, your forehead is looking a bit… dark. That usually isn’t a great sign for one’s fortune.”

Lance nearly threw a stack of files at his head.

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In the end, it took Tommy to hold back the temperamental Alpha. Consequently, Lance–who was usually obsessed with his image—had gone into semi–seclusion, spending his days holed up in his room.

Luckily, Priscilla was over at the Palace keeping Clarissa company; otherwise, she’d be hovering over him like a frantic hen, talking his car off.

Inside the Palace, it was perpetual spring. The massive glass dome kept the blizzards at bay, protecting a garden full of rare, exotic blooms.

Priscilla had been there for a few days and had already crossed paths with Lycan Erasmus several times.

News of Rosemary’s death had reached the royal cars long ago.

Clarissa was busy pruning an expensive orchid when she heard. She just gave a cold snort.

“Good timing. Maybe now we can actually have a peaceful holiday.”

Priscilla was lounging on a velvet daybed, messing with a bowl of crystal candies.

She looked up, confused.

“You’re stuck in the Palace all day; how does the gossip about some broken–down pack even reach you?”

“What’s wrong with knowing what’s happening outside?” Clarissa put down her shears.

“You’re the one who’s out of the loop. Just because you live with Lance doesn’t mean you should sit around all day. You need to start helping Adelaide instead of just enjoying yourself.”

Priscilla pouted. “Lance and Adelaide love me; they take great care of me. Why shouldn’t I enjoy the quiet life?”

Clarissa shook her head. “You really are too lazy for your own good. Zero ambition.”

Priscilla popped a red candy into her mouth.

“Do you have any idea how many she–wolves tried to take my spot back in the day? I’ve survived enough drama and schemes to earn a little happiness.”

Clarissa didn’t have the heart to tell her that if she hadn’t been cleaning up Priscilla’s messes behind the scenes for years, she would have been toast a thousand times over.

Priscilla chewed her candy. “You still haven’t said why Rosemary being gone makes the holiday ‘peaceful. Do you actually have a grudge against her from a lower pack?”

Clarissa gave her a look of pure exasperation.

“She treated your son’s mate like dirt. She made Adelaide’s life a living hell. How could you not hate her?”

Priscilla’s eyes went wide. “But you’re the Dowager Luna of the entire kingdom! Is she even worth your attention?”

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