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.”

nodded, his eyes holding a hint of relief. “Lycan Erasmus specifically mentioned Frostfang’s Packhouse has been renovated to your childhood memories. The construction department

spoke of you, mentioning how you used to

a child.”

the cobblestones, I watched autumn sunlight cast slender shadows in the

I said, lifting my head to find

I couldn’t decipher–perhaps regret, perhaps resentment,

Luna,” I nodded slightly at Rosemary, “and naturally

turned toward Beata, who waited

and my mother’s silver wolf–head

+16 Bonus

suddenly blocked my path, his gaze as complex as northern winter

plan to leave ever since 1 asked Lycan

low and raspy, carried a vulnerability I’d never heard before.

Bloodmoon sigil on his chest sway in the breeze. “Accept your broken vows?

lifetime of

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

apple bobbed. “Not a

was a whisper. “This year… what about

gilded script on the parchment. “There’s nothing

you meant nothing

sharp. “Velda claims she’s above jealousy, but I

“above” to her.”

end not from jealousy, but from

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