A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 19

Adelaide’s POV

I knelt on one knee, my spine finally relaxing.

The decree from Lycan Erasmus arrived late, but it arrived.

“Thanks, Lycan Erasmus, for his mercy!” As my words fell, the coolness of the ground beneath my palm, mixed with the scent of

withered leaves from the courtyard, was oddly reassuring compared to Bloodmoon’s laurel fragrance.

Ulrik stood rigid in my peripheral vision, his face ashen.

He opened his mouth but no sound emerged–I knew he was shocked, confused, perhaps even recalling all my patience and concessions over the past year.

But those speculations no longer concerned me. My gaze was fixed on the parchment in Fabian’s hand, the gilded wolf–head crest gleaming warmly in the autumn sun.

Rosemary suddenly clutched my sleeve, her nails digging painfully into the fabric.

“Adelaide, it was all a misunderstanding!” Her voice carried unprecedented urgency, “I thought you were trying to stop Ulrik and Velda, so I-”

I gently withdrew my arm, putting half a step between us.

Her grip lingered on the sleeve, but it no longer swayed me.

“If it’s a misunderstanding, clarity would suffice,” I said, turning to Fabian with a smile. “Beta Fabian, once Frostfang is resettled, do come by for Beata’s baking–her honey scones earned praise even from Lycan Luna.”

specifically mentioned Frostfang’s Packhouse has been renovated to your childhood memories.

how you used to

a child.”

tightened. Staring at the cobblestones, I watched autumn sunlight cast slender shadows in the

for me,” I said, lifting my head to find Rosemary

couldn’t decipher–perhaps regret, perhaps resentment,

nodded slightly at Rosemary, “and naturally followed

could speak, I turned toward Beata, who waited

medals and my mother’s silver wolf–head

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path, his gaze as complex as

1 asked Lycan Erasmus to approve

and raspy, carried a vulnerability I’d never heard before. “What exactly can’t

Bloodmoon sigil on

Or a lifetime of pretense

curled. “Ulrik, we both know some things shouldn’t be

Adam’s apple bobbed. “Not

was a whisper.

script on the parchment. “There’s nothing to regret. From the moment you

you meant nothing to

claims she’s above jealousy, but

“above” to her.”

end not from jealousy, but from pride–the daughter of Frostfang’s Alpha doesn’t kneel for crumbs

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wind suddenly rose, carrying Rosemary’s plea and Ulrik’s silence into the