A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 68

Adelaide’s POV

Alpha Lance summoned me to his tent.

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On the pine–wood table sat a weathered mug; a steaming cup of coffee was pushed toward me, the rising vapor blurring my vision.

I caught the scent of moonflower.

Taking a sip, the bitter coffee slid down my throat. Here, on the southern border, such a hot drink was a rare luxury.

“You considered killing her just now,” Lance said suddenly.

His voice was deep, roughened by battle.

“Yeah, I did,” I replied without flinching, meeting his gaze.

He nodded and continued, “Our scouts report that the Western Tribes have covered up the village massacre, claiming it was a fire that killed everyone. You know what that means?”

I subconsciously gripped my coffee mug tighter. The warmth from the cup seeped into my palm, but a cold dread filled my heart.

After a tense pause, I said, “They’re hiding the fact that their future Lycan King was humiliated.”

I understood their motive–the Western Tribes would go to any lengths to shield their future monarch from disgrace.

“So even if Lycan Erasmus uncovers the truth, he can’t act against Velda publicly. At least your grandfather, Alpha Zander, is safe from involvement.”

the Western Tribes denied the massacre, Lycan Erasmus couldn’t force them to admit it and

shift from hero to criminal, and my grandfather, Alpha Zander,

Western Tribes pretending nothing happened and even signing

looked up at Alpha Lance. “So Solanke is helping Dragon Ash hold us back on the southern border, hoping Lycan Erasmus sends reinforcements? Velda’s a credited warrior. She’d be selected for sure.

Everything suddenly made sense.

their chance for revenge. If you’d killed Velda today, Solanke couldn’t avenge his

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Western Tribes would

A massacre would mean countless innocent lives lost, a terrible

Solanke is the uncle of the Lycan King’s son

words hit me like a

a warning in my

I’d come to causing a disaster and broke out

after Velda. When the real fight starts, the Western Tribes‘ main force will go after her. Even if Erasmus doesn’t declare

acknowledged his words with a nod. Following werewolf etiquette, I knelt on one knee and

Paisley and Halbert

immediately bounded over, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Now let’s see how Velda keeps her nose in

battle.

bother with her? She’s more disgusting than a rotting wolf carcass,” Paisley scoffed, her tail swishing impatiently. The crimson

pretended to follow the

to challenge me, and now that she’d lost, she’d lost

be flogged with a whip dipped in wolfsbane