A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Adelaide’s POV

“Alpha Adelaide, Alpha Lance has sent a messenger with a letter for you,” Beta Valentine announced, handing me the letter.

“The messenger said it’s urgent.”

I quickly opened it. Inside were just a few words, “Adelaide, come to Redwood City immediately.”

It was signed by Lance.

I recognized his handwriting instantly.

The letter was brief–no details, just an urgent summons to Redwood City, with no mention of what to bring.

“Where’s the messenger now?” I asked.

“He’s in the dining room. After shifting, he ran all the way here without rest for three days. He’s exhausted and hungry,” Beta Valentine explained.

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I immediately instructed, “Beata, pack a few sets of clothes and some travel essentials. Bring him over after the messenger finishes his meal. I need to speak with him.”

“Right away!” Beata hurried into the house to pack.

A while later, the messenger was brought to the conference room after his meal.

I was already dressed and ready. Looking up, I recognized Tommy.

His head was covered in dust, and his skin was peeling from sunburn, leaving him red and black.

Moon Festival, yet his appearance suggested he’d been traveling for a

to the Shadow Peaks with Alpha Lance? Why are you in Redwood City? Why does

a bit awkwardly, likely

to

Tommy said, sitting

there for three or four days and were on our way

caught the thief on the spot and was about to take him to the

nearby. Judging by their scent, they were

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and saw one of the younger rogues who bore a striking resemblance to my

had a limp and was running

was about to chase after him when someone pushed a

Lance stopped to help.

looked up again, the young rogue was being picked up by a burly man

rogue looked up with an

immediately took off after the car, which weaved through

Lance caught up to the vehicle, both the

narrow alleys crisscrossing everywhere. There

had only brought Tommy with him. Tommy, preoccupied with catching the thief, had no idea who Lance was chasing and could

Lance returned empty–handed,

thief was dressed similarly to the young rogue, and the fact that the

be mute and unable to write, making it impossible

police station. Upon hearing

sighed, “These young rogues have been roaming Cypress Valley for a while. Some beg, others steal–there’s definitely someone masterminding them. We’ve

are rendered mute or have broken legs. We can’t get any information out of them, nor can we return them to their original packs. We’ve had to temporarily house them in relief stations.

and questioned why the