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

wolf general, with no Alpha blood and no powerful pack backing. How

fingers unconsciously clenching my skirt–if Velda had colluded with Ulrik and he trusted her implicitly, he might have granted

“Regardless, the prisoner slaughter at the Bloodscar Border did happen. The Western Tribal warriors are en route, expected to reach Frostbite

swirling 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… among Velda’s captives was a key figure

my neck hairs stood on end.“Was the captive tortured and died from injuries

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royal archives was reckless! Others might not

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

dinner’s ready!” a wolf warrior’s voice came

the air

to leave, only to hear him

was announced, another tent held merely a bowl of

carried, as wolf warriors couldn’t bring lavish food on

they considerately provided a pot

washed my hands and face, warming

dirty bedding,

a scruffy beard, scratched his head and asked, “Can you eat this? If not, I’ll have

I said, taking a bite of the cracker and offering

had

guard of Alpha Lance. Let me know if you need anything. There’s no Omega here