A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 26

Adelaide’s POV

I slipped into the royal archives, shielded by Frostfang’s stealth cloak.

It masked my scent and muffled my steps, allowing me to glide through the high–security area like a wraith.

No need to search–the Bloodscar Campaign reports were neatly arranged on the upper shelf of the left oak bookcase.

I retreated to a dim corner of the archive room and, by faint light, began reviewing the dispatches one by one.

By the time I finished the last report, my blood felt frozen, and a bone–chilling dread spread through me.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring my vision.

Ulrik and Velda, as reinforcements, rushed to the Bloodscar Border and plunged into the fray.

Their inexperience on the battlefield soon became apparent.

In the first battle, my uncle lunged to save Ulrik, his left arm severed by an enemy blade–a scene so visceral, it played out before

my eyes.

My youngest uncle, ever–vibrant and dashing in my memory, fell heroically before reinforcements could arrive.

My grandfather, struck by an arrow, was left critically wounded, leaving Ulrik to command subsequent engagements.

no denying Ulrik and Velda’s pivotal role in turning

troops into the Western

set fire to their arsenal, while Velda captured several

the leverage that forced

treaty was signed in Snowdeer did

made no mention of

mean either my grandfather deliberately concealed it,

way, should the truth come to light, he, as the

grief and fury, replaced the

at Frostfang, Beata awaited

a word, she handed me

I felt a chill–it confirmed my

+15 Bonus

disguised as Dragon Ash wolves,

meant the Western Tribe had allied

for a moment and said to Beata, “Beata, help me select

outfit. I’ll meet Lycan

to

Erasmus tomorrow.”

You should rest now. It’s late,”

“You rest to

voice slightly hoarse

arrived at the palace and requested an audience

Your Majesty!” My voice, still rough from last night’s tears, held a

Beata left, I’d cried into my pillow for hours. The pain of my