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.”

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

how you

a child.”

Staring at the cobblestones, I watched autumn sunlight cast slender shadows

Lycan Erasmus for me,” I said, lifting my head to find

eyes swirled with emotions I couldn’t decipher–perhaps regret, perhaps resentment, but none

Luna,” I nodded slightly at

could speak, I turned toward

lay my father’s medals and my mother’s silver

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his gaze as complex

to leave ever since 1 asked Lycan Erasmus to approve my bond with

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

sigil on his chest sway in the breeze.

Or a lifetime of pretense

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

apple bobbed. “Not a single

voice was a whisper.

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

you meant nothing

“Velda claims she’s above jealousy,

“above” to her.”

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

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carrying Rosemary’s plea and Ulrik’s