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.”

of relief. “Lycan Erasmus specifically mentioned Frostfang’s Packhouse has been renovated to your

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

a child.”

cobblestones, I watched autumn sunlight

I said, lifting my head to find

eyes swirled with emotions I couldn’t decipher–perhaps regret, perhaps resentment, but

was Bloodmoon’s Luna,” I nodded slightly at Rosemary, “and naturally followed its rules. Not

I turned toward Beata, who waited

medals and my mother’s

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

leave ever since 1 asked Lycan Erasmus to approve

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

sigil

a lifetime

we both know some things shouldn’t be trampled once

“Not

a whisper. “This year… what about

tracing the gilded script on the parchment. “There’s nothing to regret. From the

meant

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

“above” to her.”

stone steps. “Ulrik, some paths end not from jealousy, but from pride–the daughter of Frostfang’s Alpha doesn’t kneel

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Rosemary’s plea and Ulrik’s silence into the autumn