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.

hadn’t reached the capital when I left. They must have just arrived. Why wouldn’t they first pay respects

Lycan Erasmus. It’s a declaration to the world that now, only Alpha Lance exists, not Lycan Erasmus. Even when Germain returns to the capital from his pack, he must first call on the

them. Go

coldness flickered in Adelaide’s eyes. “Why avoid them? Christmas is the perfect

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

expected her to weep in his arms. Instead, she’d quietly rest him, silent

rainst

when discussing Germain and Madison’s collusions, she remained unnervingly composed. Adelaide shook her head slowly. No tears would come. What good

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change her clothes before

Paisley followed without hesitation.

the council chamber, laughter

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

a way with words–what a

Lance and Luna Adelaide have returned,”

they spoke, Lance, Adelaide, and Paisley

left of the door was a middle–aged man in a velvet suit. He was handsome, with a shy and introverted demeanor, and was looking toward the

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

elegantly coiled into a bun, secured by two pearl hairpins, and she exuded an air of grace

strongly resembled Germain but was slender and sat