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.”

Packhouse has been renovated to your childhood memories. The construction department worked for

lowered his voice. “Luna Clarissa often spoke of you, mentioning how you used to hide candied

a child.”

at the cobblestones, I watched autumn sunlight cast

lifting my head

with emotions I couldn’t decipher–perhaps regret, perhaps

Luna,” I nodded slightly at

could speak, I turned toward Beata, who waited

and

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his gaze

you plan to leave ever since 1 asked Lycan Erasmus to

raspy, carried a vulnerability I’d never

I looked up, watching the Bloodmoon sigil

lifetime of pretense

know some things

bobbed. “Not a single shred of

voice was a whisper. “This year… what about

tracing the gilded script on the

meant nothing to

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

“above” to her.”

end not from

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