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.

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

to dwell on

was guided toward the chamber

her senses filled with the scents of

Lance would help her remove her

square erupted in a deafening chorus of howls, the pack’s collective blessing

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

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after the Royal Elder finished his chant, Ivy reminded Lance

were

contact was immediate, both struck

freeze, even the crackling of

eyes, seeing the other’s image

the wolf–like heartbeat throbbed loudly, drowning

like a

a wolf locking onto prey, was ardent

unlike any he’d

her usual sharpness, making her

a white wolf basking

Adelaide was equally captivated.

stood Lance, more dazzling than

usual battle–worn armor for the mating

accentuated his