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.”

Erasmus specifically mentioned Frostfang’s Packhouse

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

a child.”

I watched autumn

I said, lifting my head to

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

Bloodmoon’s Luna,” I nodded slightly at Rosemary, “and naturally followed

toward Beata,

father’s medals and my mother’s silver wolf–head

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suddenly blocked my path, his gaze

ever since 1 asked Lycan Erasmus to approve my

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

I looked up, watching the Bloodmoon sigil on his

title? Or a lifetime of pretense

both know some

bobbed. “Not a

whisper. “This year…

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

you meant nothing

my tone turned sharp. “Velda claims she’s above

“above” to her.”

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

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Rosemary’s plea