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 massacre, Lycan Erasmus

King demanded justice, Velda would shift from hero to criminal,

pretending nothing happened and even signing a treaty, Velda’s

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.

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

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would massacre

felt a chill. A massacre would mean countless innocent lives lost,

bets are off. Solanke is the uncle of the Lycan

hit me

a warning in my

causing a disaster and broke out in

overthink it. Focus on training the wolf warriors. Solanke’s after Velda. When the real fight starts, the Western Tribes‘ main force will go after her. Even if Erasmus

his words with a nod. Following werewolf etiquette, I knelt on one knee and bowed my head slightly

in my tent, Paisley and Halbert

over, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Now let’s see how Velda keeps her nose in the air! She

battle.

carcass,” Paisley scoffed, her tail swishing impatiently. The crimson Flame Pack emblem on her clothes flickered in

battle, I pretended to follow the conversation but was lost in

challenge me, and now that she’d lost, she’d lost the chance

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