A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 129

Third Person’s POV

Lycan Erasmus’s white musk pheromones carried a hint of sulfur.

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He glanced at the fresh battle–scar on Lance’s nape and forced a smile. “This was also the intention of the former Lycan Luna and me–we wouldn’t have to use the New Moon Priestess matter to prod you into proposing; otherwise, you might have waited until she found a Second Chance.”

“She’s in high demand now, not only as a Golden Claw Gamma but also inheriting Alpha Bentley’s combat prowess. She’s bold and strategic, breaking through city gates on her first battle and succeeding twice.”

“Moreover, she trained at the Warscar Training Camp, where many powerful werewolves are her classmates. My dear brother, you’re truly fortunate.”

Lance’s cedar pheromones carried a sweet pine note.

He smiled warmly and happily, “I’m naturally very fortunate. I’ve liked her since her days in the Shadow Peaks.”

“When I fell for her, she was just a little she–wolf bold enough to bite my combat boot,” his wolf ears trembled slightly at the memory, “It had nothing to do with her ability to lead werewolf warriors into battle or her bloodline.”

A trace of white musk dispersed from Lycan Erasmus.

Of course, he was aware of his younger brother’s feelings–ever since that little she–wolf left tooth marks on Lance’s boot, Lance’s wolf had been captivated by her.

He nodded, “Indeed.”

Indeed, Lance had cherished feelings for Adelaide long before any pragmatic calculations entered the picture.

Erasmus who

face wore a smile, a tinge of melancholy lingered in

Altar outside the window, the moonstone spire reflecting the complexity

he could secure some benefit for

Adelaide and immediately relinquishing command

for whether Lance would have willingly surrendered command without

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under the throne with war chess pieces declaring,

brother was ambitious–recapturing the Southern

would emerge with

and no lingering concerns, the royal

As for Adelaide……

appearance when she sought an audience to dissolve a mate bond–serene and

eyes blazing with a wildfire that even glaciers couldn’t extinguish. “Werewolves from the Western Tribe, disguised as Dragon Ash soldiers, are marching toward the Southern

failing

military matters, he realized that while other noble she–wolves chased after jewelry,

melancholy filled Erasmus’s heart. Such a she–wolf,

a fleeting moment, he had wished Lance

it

the next full moon meeting with the Royal Elder

great burden, appearing carefree and dashing, “Thank you for your kind