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 days

how you used to

a child.”

Staring at the cobblestones, I watched autumn

said, lifting my head to find Rosemary watching

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

Bloodmoon’s Luna,” I nodded slightly at Rosemary,

I turned toward Beata, who waited

father’s medals and my mother’s silver

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gaze as complex

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

I accept her?” I looked up, watching the Bloodmoon sigil on his chest sway in the breeze.

lifetime of

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

“Not a single shred

voice was a whisper. “This year… what about

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

meant

accusations, my tone turned 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

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wind suddenly rose, carrying Rosemary’s plea