A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 34

Adelaide’s POV

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He rose abruptly, his shadow morphing into a three–meter–tall wolfish specter. Its clawed silhouette mimicked a beast’s shadow on the tent.

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As he leaned forward, warning pheromones exploded from him, “Moreover, even if you have truly uncovered some information, you must not easily disclose it, not even in front of me! Haven’t you been trained in such protocols at the Warscar Training Camp?”

“I…” I was stunned, at a loss for words.

“Anyway, you must keep this to yourself, from everyone, including your mother.” His ear tufts bristled, and his tone left no room for argument, carrying an Alpha’s domineering aura.

I lowered my head and nodded, the back of my neck tingling from the pheromones.

“So, does Ulrik know?” His voice suddenly softened, cedar pheromones blending with a soothing undertone.

“He doesn’t know.”

Alpha Lance frowned, his finger tracing the wolf–tooth pendant at his waist.“Then why not ask him, instead of sneaking into the royal archives? Was the prisoner slaughter Velda’s independent act, or did he order it?”

I shook my head again, not disclosing that I’d dissolved the mate bond with Ulrik.

don’t know about

growl escaped his throat.”I recall she’s the daughter of a low–ranking wolf general, with no Alpha blood and no powerful pack backing. How could she have the authority to

skirt–if Velda had colluded with Ulrik and he trusted her implicitly, he might have granted her free

prisoner slaughter at the Bloodscar Border did happen. The Western Tribal warriors are en route, expected

with aurora–like energy.“Have you considered that if the Western Tribes surrendered due to the massacre, they could seek revenge later? Why ally directly with the Dragon Ash Kingdom wolves? Unless…

end.“Was the captive tortured and died from injuries after

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archives was reckless! Others might not have let you leave

even if Lycan Erasmus finds out, he’ll only imprison me. After all, I’m the sole

Lance, dinner’s ready!” a wolf warrior’s voice came from outside the

wolf–claw shadow slicing the air with a sharp sound, then waved his hand. Go

to leave, only to hear him summon the Gamma

dinner was announced, another tent held merely a bowl of oatmeal and a

warriors couldn’t

they considerately provided a pot

quickly washed my hands

tent had thick, heavy, and dirty bedding, with

beard, scratched his head and asked, “Can you eat this? If

is fine,” I said, taking a bite of the cracker and offering

had made the

Tommy, a guard of Alpha Lance. Let me know