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.”

a hint of relief. “Lycan Erasmus specifically mentioned Frostfang’s Packhouse has been renovated to your childhood memories. The construction department worked for thirty

of you, mentioning how you used to hide candied berries under

a child.”

watched

lifting

decipher–perhaps regret, perhaps resentment,

at Rosemary, “and naturally followed

I turned toward Beata, who

my father’s medals and my mother’s silver

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my path, his gaze as complex

asked Lycan Erasmus to

a vulnerability I’d never heard before. “What exactly can’t

am I accept her?” I looked up, watching the Bloodmoon sigil on his

Or a lifetime of

“Ulrik, we both know some things shouldn’t

bobbed. “Not a single shred

was a whisper. “This year… what

tracing the gilded script on the parchment.

you meant nothing to

“Velda claims she’s above jealousy, but I won’t even waste

“above” to her.”

against the stone steps. “Ulrik, some paths end not from

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