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.”

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

from hero to criminal, and my grandfather, Alpha Zander, would be dragged

the Western Tribes pretending nothing happened and even signing a treaty, Velda’s actions have earned her

Solanke is helping Dragon Ash hold us back on the southern border, hoping Lycan Erasmus sends reinforcements? Velda’s

Everything suddenly made sense.

peace with the Western Tribes, but we’ve made an enemy. The Battle of Darkclaw Town will be their chance for revenge. If you’d killed Velda today, Solanke couldn’t avenge his nephew, and might take it out on the innocent

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Western Tribes would massacre

chill. A massacre would mean countless innocent

dies, all bets are off. Solanke is the

hit me like

wolf whined a warning in

how close I’d come to causing a disaster and broke out

warriors. Solanke’s after Velda. When the real fight starts, the Western Tribes‘ main force will go after

werewolf etiquette, I knelt on one

in my tent, Paisley and

her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Now let’s see how Velda keeps her

of battle. As I wiped it, I warned, “Leave her be. Focus on

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

their chatter about the battle, I pretended to follow

she’d lost,

she’d be flogged with a whip dipped