A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 55

Adelaide’s POV

After Ulrik and Velda left, the tent’s atmosphere grew tense.

Abbot crouched, shoulders shaking. Seeing tears slip through his fingers, I realized my words had been cruel.

The other generals turned away, wiping their eyes.

Lance’s eyes were also slightly red.

My own tears welled up but were quickly suppressed.

I’d cried enough. Each time brought a breakdown.

I had to stay strong.

Lance’s throat bobbed. His eyes, though red–rimmed, quickly looked away. His knuckles rapped the table. “What exactly happened?”

My voice trembled as I began, “Eight months ago, as Ulrik’s Luna, I managed the Bloodmoon Pack and cared for the ailing old Luna, Rosemary. The royal guard captain came to tell me the Frostfang Pack was raided by rogues overnight, with no survivors.”

My nails dug into my palms, but I spoke through the pain, “I couldn’t believe it. I rushed back, only to find bloodshed everywhere. My mother, my brothers‘ mates, nephews, nieces, pack guards, Betas, Omegas–no one escaped.

“Especially my mother and my brothers‘ mates, their bodies were all mutilated. Some were dismembered. My brother’s son, his head was cut off… right there on the moonlight altar.”

My breath hitched, a sob catching in my throat.

I couldn’t continue, the agony crashing over me like a mountain landslide.

forever etched

did this?”

opened my mouth, having

moles.

emotions for so long, and

fell into an eerie silence, only the

eyes blazed

was thinking–the timeline matched Velda’s

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Chapter 55

leave us, Lance said

to go, I caught the tear tracks on his face. He opened

with Lance, the only

wine slid toward me, its amber liquid gleaming in the

gulp, the burn from my throat to my stomach doing little to ease the ache

heart.

hand rested on my forehead, his touch feather–light. This Alpha, who had taught me archery, now had emotions in his

no idea… His voice was

throat move and realized he still saw me as that young girl from the training camp,

family were with

cherished mate bond

my temples–no more thinking, no more letting those

still on my forehead. I smelled the

my father’s words–Frostfang Alphas

the wine cup away, my fingertip

hand paused, then withdrew, his fingers grazing the

then tell me everything,” Lance sat beside me, his pauldron brushing my wolfskin cloak. Cedar