A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 168

Third Person’s POV

Madison used the money she’d extorted from Priscilla to further fuel the gossip in bars and coffeehouses, paying bartenders and baristas to sensationalize Adelaide’s past mating with Ulrik.

Seeing no response from the Frostfang Pack–and noting they’d sealed their borders and withdrawn from public life–Madison assumed Adelaide was cowering in fear of the public backlash.

The thought filled her with schadenfreude,

Emboldened, she approached Lycan Erasmus at the palace, arguing that Lance’s choice of Adelaide as his mate could undermine his judgment and plant seeds of trouble for kingdom management.

For the royal family’s stability, she insisted Adelaide must be stopped from becoming Alpha Lance’s Luna.

To her surprise, Lycan Erasmus’s expression darkened. His musk pheromones turned icy, pressing down on Madison.

His wolf eyes narrowed to vertical slits in the candlelight, “What are you implying?” he demanded,

“Lance and Adelaide are both warriors who’ve reclaimed the Southern Border and protected our werewolves. They’ve been loyal to me and the royal family. Moreover, Lance and I are brothers with a deep bond. He harbors no ill intentions. Don’t entertain groundless suspicions,” he said.

Madison, taken aback, quickly resumed her condescending tone. “Foolish! How can one fully trust others‘ hearts?

Before she could finish, a surge of Lycan Erasmus’s musk forced her to step back,

as her wolf’s power

presence.

He removed his

wildly. His silver- gray

talk. reaches the Royal Elder Council, they might accuse you of disrupting the brotherly bond between Lycan Erasmus and Alpha Lance. It would harm you

Alpha Lance and Miss Davidson are already engaged. If

the ring

but she couldn’t ignore Lycan Erasmus’s

from the former Lycan King–a sign of

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table. It was

deep breath and stepped back. “Lycan Erasmus, I only speak for your

for the younger generation, you’d offer Lance and Adelaide gifts like estates or jewels for their bonding ceremony. I’m sure they’d appreciate

“Honest advice is hard to hear.

especially the council chamber. As Lycan King, I may not be flawless, but I have the Royal

her silver–gray wolf ears

warning in her mind, but she

nails bit into her palms, her royal Lycan pheromones surged–for

the frost on Erasmus’s shoulder armor, her throat bobbing with

long silence, she turned and left without another word, her entire being

been spoiled and domineering. She likely didn’t mean to

thinks me foolish, it’s no great matter. I have no