The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 293

Chapter 293

Third Person’s POV

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As they neared the capital, Adelaide murmured, “Sidney told me Madison and Germain are in cahoots. Germain’s been recruiting many werewolf warriors in Fairfax County, funded by Madison and Maya.

“Never expected that,” Lance frowned.

Who would have thought that someone who seemed incompetent and couldn’t manage his own household would harbor such grand ambitions?

By the time they returned to the capital, it was already on Christmas‘ Eve.

The streets were brimming with festive cheer, every household adorned with decorations and fireworks, celebrating the holiday season.

Yet Sidney had passed away quietly, her death causing not a ripple in the Blue Abyss Pack.

For the Germain family had arrived in the capital, and Germain was likely still unaware.

Upon returning to the Blackthorn Pack, Adelaide learned the Germain family was visiting and Priscilla was receiving them in the parlor.

Paisley, upon hearing this, her crimson emblem beneath her leather coat blazed furiously, her wolf claws piercing through her gloves and searing five smoking trenches into the door. “I’ll flay his wolf sinews for a whipcord.”

“Calm down, Paisley,” Adelaide said gently.

have just arrived. Why wouldn’t they first pay respects to

Pack first to send a message to Lycan Erasmus. It’s a declaration to the world that now, only

confront them. Go rest. I’ll see

them? Christmas is the perfect time to deliver the news of

with concern. “Don’t do this. If you’re upset, let it out in tears.”

her to weep in his arms.

rainst

composed. Adelaide shook her

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even change her clothes before accompanying Lance to the packhouse council

Paisley followed without hesitation.

the council chamber, laughter and chatter filled

you’re truly blessed. Living in the Blackthorn Pack with Lance by your side must be enviable. None of the royal priests in the palace can compare

such a way with words–what a clever tongue.

Lance and Luna Adelaide have returned,” Susan alerted

Paisley arrived at

left of the door was a middle–aged man in a velvet suit. He was handsome, with

was dressed in a wine–red satin gown embroidered with gold and silver patterns.

elegantly coiled into a bun, secured by two pearl hairpins,

Crispin. He strongly resembled Germain but was slender and sat upright, radiating