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.

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

dwell on

was guided toward the chamber reserved for mating

the ground uneven, her senses filled with

Lance would help her remove

Pack’s square erupted

wait in the warm room, while he ventured out to face challenges and receive well–wishes. When the bonfire feast reached

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finished his chant, Ivy reminded Lance to

fingers were

was immediate, both struck by

seemed to freeze, even the crackling of pine torches

the other’s image

only the wolf–like heartbeat throbbed

a war drum, quickening and

a wolf locking onto prey, was ardent and unwavering, fixed upon her

today was unlike any he’d

in silver, softening her usual sharpness, making her appear otherworldly, like a spirit

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

Adelaide was equally captivated.

Lance, more dazzling

usual battle–worn armor

from diminishing his handsomeness, it accentuated his towering,