A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

After Doug finished speaking, he stole a glance at Adelaide. Seeing she wasn’t angry, he let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

He silently vowed to give himself a good scolding later.

It was clear that Doug truly adored his granddaughter.

Abigail seemed to be Doug’s youngest granddaughter and undoubtedly the apple of his eye.

“Are you two in a hurry? Can we…” Lance wanted to leave.

“We’re in a hurry. Abigail’s already in tears,” Doug said anxiously, rubbing his knees as if he could will them

to move.

He was desperate for them to approach Eugene immediately. “She’s stubborn, but if the Hutchinson family can give her a convincing answer, she’ll let it go. She won’t cling endlessly.” noveldrama

Mrs. Watson added, “Yes, she’s been given the excuse of ‘not wanting to hold her back, but she thinks it’s just an evasion. She wants a straightforward answer. Abigail’s like that–she wants the truth.”

Hearing this, Lance’s hopes for the day sank.

Today’s plan to show Adelaide the Yellowstone sunset was scrapped.

He hid his disappointment and said, “Alright, I’ll have someone bring Eugene here right away. Do you want to be present or not?”

“We’ll step back. If we’re there, he might stick to his ‘not wanting to hold her back‘ line,” Doug replied.

Adelaide rose to show them out. “I’ll see you

both out,” she said.

“No need,” Mrs. Watson insisted, bowing slightly.

“We’re leaving now. We entrust this matter to you. After you’ve spoken with him, please let us know. Tonight, we’ll finally get some peace. Doug hasn’t slept for two nights straight.”

“All right,” Lance sighed, agreeing reluctantly.

He had Ralph and Caldwell see them out. Lance then glanced at Adelaide with a hint of frustration, “Looks like we won’t be visiting Yellowstone Mountain today.”

Adelaide smiled sweetly, “We can go next time you’re on leave.”

“Next leave, we’re picking up Cedric,” Lance reminded her.

“There’s always time for that,” Adelaide said, though she felt her lack of romance showing.

Companionship between mates isn’t just about mutual respect; it’s about nurturing deeper connections,

Adelaide could learn from this and adapt over time.

OSPION CLIT

Previously, when Lance had gone to the Dragon Ash Werewolf Kingdom for the rescue mission, Paisley had asked her if she missed Lance.

Adelaide wasn’t sure if it qualified as “missing,” but she had definitely thought about him.

However, her primary concern had been the success of the mission and his safety.

Paisley said Adelaide had changed. Once full of enthusiasm for everyone, she now seemed timid.

Love means caring, and caring means fearing loss.

“Adelaide, you’re not as brave as you used to be. You’re being cowardly.”

Adelaide was about to say something when Lance had someone fetch Eugene.

No need to change for Eugene. She’d wasted half her day off on his stuff. She hoped he didn’t play games and just gave it to her straight.

She briefed Lance first, “Eugene might not really want to marry. He’s just spreading rumors to make Gloria give up.”

Lance nodded, “That’s true, but he should have a mate by his side. Life would be much easier with one.”

“Everyone has different views. We can’t force him,” Adelaide said.

Lance agreed, his eyes taking on a pleading look, “I mentioned earlier that Eugene wasn’t in his first mating. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Adelaide smiled, “I know. I was just stating facts. I’m sure Eugene won’t mind.”

Lance looked at her, “Do you mind me saying that?”

“How could I mind? It’s not about me…”

Adelaide’s smile froze, then she said, “Oh, right, I’m not in my first mating either. It’s not like I’m the one to judge…”

Lance laughed, his eyes warm as honey, “I don’t mind it at all.”

Paisley overheard this as she entered and immediately stepped back, “I’m leaving.”

Adelaide chuckled, “Why are you leaving? Eugene is coming over. A lady has taken a liking to him. We want to ask for his thoughts. Though he’s already declined, we need to find out if it’s because he doesn’t want to marry or if he’s simply refusing this time.”

Paisley’s eyes lit up, and she quickly entered, “Really? Who is it? Tell me.”

“It’s Advisor Doug’s granddaughter, Abigail,” Adelaide said.

Adelaide shushed her and said, “Keep this low–key. There’s no guarantee it’ll go through.”

“Abigail?” Paisley, who had just sat down, leaped to her feet in surprise. “Why would Eugene turn her

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down? She’s such a great woman–polite, loyal, talented, and beautiful.”

“Keep it down,” Adelaide scolded.

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Paisley sat back down, her face beaming. “I got a bit too excited there. But is Abigail really interested in Eugene? He’s my brother now. I hope it’s not a fleeting fancy,”

“Same concern here. I think Eugene might…” Adelaide hesitated.

“Speaking of which, you haven’t formally met with Eugene’s mother yet. It’s not quite right to claim him as your brother like that,” Adelaide said.

Paisley waved her hand dismissively, “No problem. I’ve met Mrs. Hutchinson. She’s thrilled to have me as a daughter.”

“Why are you so eager to claim Eugene as your brother?” Adelaide asked, puzzled.

Paisley’s standards for friends were always high.

She was selective even in friendship, which was why they’d become such close friends since childhood. “Chemistry,” Paisley said, sitting in the chair and swinging her legs. “It’s about connection.”

She didn’t mention that she wished, like Adelaide, to have one or several respected elder brothers.