A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 180

Adelaide’s POV

Lance said, “We’re going to be mates. No need for formalities. Go be with him. I’ve had paper and ink prepared. I know Cedric started learning to read at three. He must remember how to write.”

I nodded. “Alright. Let’s eat first. I’ll ask him afterward.”

After Lance left, Cedric relaxed and ate greedily, sticking close to me.

His gaunt face and thin frame made it clear how much he’d suffered.

“Eat slowly,” I whispered.

His wolf eyes narrowed as he ate–a stray pup’s instinct.

Only when my pheromones signaled safety did he case his grip on the bowl.

He ate quickly, finishing almost all the meat and sandwiches.

While clearing the table, my nails brushed against old scars on his wrists–teeth marks from chains.

After cleaning up, I set out paper and ink.

Holding his frail wrist, I said, “I know you can write. Even if it’s been a while, the characters you learned are still there. Tell me–how did you escape? What happened after?”

As I opened the inkwell, tears dropped onto the table.

Bathing him earlier, I’d seen the countless scars on his body, old and new.

shifted, lacking a werewolf’s

crooked. The doctor said it would need to be rebroken

wiped my tears with his hands, shook his head, and gave a look of

cheeks made him

ached–had I known he was alive, I’d

ink was ready. Cedric

fingers, deformed from malnutrition and abuse, struggled to hold the

guided his hand to steady

he began to write

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him. He just couldn’t seem to

him

me a

him with my swollen eyes, tears streaming

into

wolf whimpered

before the Frostfang Massacre, I’d visited my

he’d meet the same fate as

her, but

my grandfather, about my

courtyard,

with concern and asked if I was

his hair and smiled, “I’m a little sad, but I’ll be fine. Don’t worry,

about it, but Cedric

buy lollipops to

ceremony, I spent over a year playing with the