A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 844

Chapter 844

Third Person’s POV

“Drop it. I’m not in the mood. Paisley said, slumping into a chair with a sour face.

“Oh Moon Goddess, you actually had a fight with Adelaide.” Avery stared at her with a mischievous grin.

“You’ve always had a short fuse, but you usually hang on her every word. How did you guys manage to lock horns?”

“How do you even know about that?” Paisley snapped, throwing him a sharp glare

Avery slid into the seat opposite her looking incredibly pleased with himself.

“Because I’m a genius, obviously! But seriously, what are you so worked up about? This whole mess isn’t as catastrophic as you think.”

“Wanda is a toxic bitch. We should have just thrown her out on her ass. Why should our Center take the heat for her baggage?”

Avery let out a chuckle.

“You mean the bad press? Oh, Paisley, don’t be so naive. Even if the Center were absolutely flawless, people would still find something to bitch about. You can’t expect every single wolf to validate what you’re doing.”

Paisley grew even more defensive.

“Which is exactly why we can’t let them burn the place down! Why the hell are we shielding Wanda?”

“Adelaide isn’t shielding Wanda; she’s protecting the Center.”

Avery’s tone turned serious for once.

“Look, we’ve both trusted her judgment since we were pups, and she hasn’t steered us wrong yet. I’m not good at big, philosophical speeches, but think about it–she once faced down the hatred of the entire capital and still stood her ground. She’ll pull the Center through this crisis, too.”

His words hit Paisley right in the heart like a well–aimed arrow.

A sudden wave of fierce protectiveness for Adelaide washed over her.

Her wolf quieted down, and she slowly reined in her scorching aura.

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Seeing her expression soften, Avery opened his mouth to add a few more words, but as his eyes drifted past her shoulder, he burst out laughing.

“Hahaha! Speak of the devil–she’s here to apologize.”

Paisley followed his gaze and turned around. Adelaide was jogging toward her with a playful grin, a single rose clamped between

her teeth.

When she reached the chair, Adelaide offered a beaming smile and presented the flower.

Paisley snatched it away, trying her hardest to maintain a deadpan expression, though her agitated aura had already vanished

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“What, you think a single flower buys off my temper

Adelaide’s cheeks flushed, her smile completely unrestrained.

“Name your price. Whatever you want.”

Paisley reached out and gave her arm a hard pinch.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

Watching the exchange from the sidelines, Avery doubled over laughing.

—

Paisley ignored him, hooking her arm through Adelaide’s as they walked back toward the main house.

A few days later, Adelaide and Paisley quietly slipped through the back entrance of the Independent Center.

A dozen commoners were still blockading the front gate, shouting endless streams of profanity. The outer walls were caked in filth and covered in nasty graffiti.

Once inside, Adelaide summoned Wally, one of Harper’s top enforcers, whom she had specifically deployed to maintain order since the rioting started.

“What’s the situation outside look like these days?” she asked.

Wally gave it to her straight.

“The mob out there is highly organized. They’re rotating shifts every hour or two. Some of them are genuinely angry locals, but a good chunk of them are definitely plants.”

Paisley’s eyes narrowed instantly.

“Where’s Wanda?”

“Cowering in her room; she hasn’t stepped foot out since she got here.” Wally dropped his voice to a low whisper, as if terrified the rioters outside might overhear.

“It’s been days. Sandra laid down the law and told her if she doesn’t pitch in with the chores, she doesn’t get fed. She’d rather starve than walk out that door.”

“Which room is she in?” Adelaide asked.

“First door on the second floor.”

Adelaide nodded. “We’ll handle it from here.”

She knew exactly what kind of coward Wanda was; the second real trouble hit, her default setting was always to hide.

When they reached the door, Sandra stepped up and knocked hard against the wood. “Wanda, open up.”

A dull thud echoed from inside, sounding like someone had accidentally bumped into a piece of furniture.

Then came Wanda’s choked, tearful voice.

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