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.

was forever etched in

this?” Lance

opened my

moles.

for so long,

into an eerie silence, only the candlelight flickering

eyes blazed with

thinking–the timeline matched Velda’s village massacre

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Chapter 55

us, Lance said

go, I caught the tear tracks on his face. He opened his mouth but only

with Lance, the only

toward me, its amber liquid gleaming in the

it in one gulp, the burn from my throat to my

heart.

feather–light. This Alpha, who had taught me archery, now had

idea… His voice was

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

and family

cherished mate bond and stood here reeking

horse neighed. I pressed my palm to my temples–no more thinking, no more

was still on my forehead.

father’s words–Frostfang

cup away, my fingertip catching a

hand paused, then withdrew, his fingers grazing

everything,” Lance sat beside me, his pauldron brushing my wolfskin cloak. Cedar and gunpowder filled the