A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 183

Third Person’s POV

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Finally, at the inn that night, after Lance helped Adelaide down from the carriage, Cedric mustered the courage to climb down.

He stood trembling between them, spreading his arms to shield Adelaide, glaring at Lance with hostility.

He was terrified, his thin legs shaking, lips quivering, and emitting low growls as if to ward off something.

Lance and Adelaide exchanged a puzzled glance.

Had their efforts backfired?

“Ah!” Adelaide slapped her forehead, realizing the issue.

Cedric didn’t know she’d dissolved her mating bond with Ulrik and was now to be Lance’s mate.

That night, Adelaide and Cedric sat close and talked at length.

Adelaide knew she couldn’t treat him like a child anymore.

After two years of wandering and begging, he was mature enough to understand complex matters.

Moreover, he’d learned of the Frostfang Pack’s massacre through rumors, but not the full details.

At seven, it was time he knew the truth.

were moles from the Western Tribe. I didn’t know you’d escaped, so I

Frostfang Alpha family. You carry the hopes and legacy of our

tearful eyes. “I’ve dissolved my mating bond with Ulrik. We’re no longer

fiercely, eyes

will be my future mate. Our mating ceremony is set for the end of the year,” Adelaide

why I chose him.

Western Tribe wolves were behind the Frostfang Massacre–a fact Cedric would eventually

Bloodscar Border’s secrets, which

and Lance had fallen for each

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and father–fighting enemies and defending our land. He’s incredible, achieving what our grandfather did. He truly reclaimed the Southern Border. He’s a hero. And he helped find you. I’m

cedar pheromones

words “like him” left her lips, her wolf let out an excited, almost

her eyes, her

reassure him that she’d find

she realized she might harbor genuine, albeit undefined, feelings for Lance- something

thudded painfully against her ribs, and her glands

to her, this was the instinctive reaction of a werewolf encountering a potential mate—the same way Airella’s moonmark would

wolf nuzzled her spine, conveying its

outside then at Adelaide,

fabricated the story, she committed fully, whispering,

teary–eyed, began to