A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 249

Third Person’s POV

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After a commotion filled with low growls and the rustling of fur, it seemed Priscilla had taken her seat.

Then, the Warscar Training Camp requested another stone throne be brought in for Irene and Klein to sit and receive Adelaide and Lance’s “tributes.”

Traditionally, Adelaide should have bid farewell to her ancestral spirits under the moonlight in her birth pack before joining her mate’s territory.

How could Lance show reverence to her mentor in his own Blackthorn Pack?

This defied werewolf tradition.

Klein’s deep, authoritative voice boomed like a wolf king’s growl, “In the name of the Moon Goddess and bloodline, I am Lance’s mentor, guiding him to harness power. Why shouldn’t Laccept his tribute?”

Who cared about archaic traditions?

In the wild, power was law, and the strong made the rules.

Klein’s logic was unassailable. As Lance’s mentor, he sat on the stone throne symbolizing power, representing the source of Lance’s strength–a rightful and legitimate place.

Side by side, they stood before the blazing wolf smoke and towering totem pole.

A sense of familiarity washed over Adelaide. Almost instinctively, she turned toward the silver moon, quietly prompting Lance, “We need to face the moonlight.”

Lance smoothly turned, his voice calm yet undeniably commanding: “Follow the Moon Goddess’s lead.”

Adelaide immediately fell silent, realizing her’slip.

Alpha warrior, favored by royalty, and his mating partner was a she–wolf who’d once had

to dwell

toward the chamber reserved for

the ground uneven, her senses filled with

the room, Lance would help her

blessings, and the Blackthorn Pack’s square erupted in a deafening chorus of

warm room, while he ventured out to face challenges and receive well–wishes. When

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Royal Elder finished his chant, Ivy reminded Lance

were trembling

contact was immediate, both struck by mutual

freeze, even the

other’s eyes, seeing the other’s image clearly–a primal, overwhelming beauty

held, only the wolf–like heartbeat throbbed loudly, drowning out

pounded like a

onto prey, was

today was unlike any he’d

making her

fatal allure, akin to a white wolf basking lazily yet dangerously in the full

Adelaide was equally captivated.

stood Lance, more

battle–worn armor for the mating

accentuated his towering, pine–straight figure,