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.”

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

justice, Velda would shift from hero to criminal, and my grandfather, Alpha Zander, would be dragged into the

nothing happened and even signing a treaty, Velda’s actions have

and 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. Solanke’s real target is her and her

Everything suddenly made sense.

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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Tribes would

would mean

yet, but if Velda dies, all bets are off. Solanke is the uncle of the Lycan King’s son in the Western

Lance’s words hit me

whined a warning in

I’d come to causing a disaster and broke out in a

wolf warriors. Solanke’s after Velda. When the real fight starts, the Western Tribes‘ main force will go after her. Even if Erasmus doesn’t declare her guilty, she’ll struggle to survive Solanke’s hunt,” Lance said in a

werewolf etiquette, I knelt on

my tent, Paisley and Halbert

me, Paisley immediately bounded over, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Now let’s see how Velda keeps her nose in the air! She thinks she’s

spear, its surface still bearing the marks of battle. As I wiped it, I warned, “Leave

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

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

she’d

flogged with a whip dipped