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.

wouldn’t they first pay respects to Lycan Clarissa at the palace and instead visit me here at the Blackthorn

a declaration to the world that now, only Alpha Lance exists, not Lycan Erasmus. Even when Germain returns to the capital

her distress, said, “Adelaide, don’t confront them. Go rest.

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

with concern. “Don’t do this. If you’re upset, let

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

rainst

unnervingly composed. Adelaide shook her

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another gash on her already scarred

couldn’t case

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even change her clothes before accompanying

Paisley followed without hesitation.

council chamber, laughter and chatter filled the

side must be enviable. None of the royal priests in the palace

a way with words–what a clever tongue. I

and Luna Adelaide have

spoke, Lance, Adelaide, and Paisley arrived at the packhouse

middle–aged man in a velvet suit. He was handsome, with a shy and introverted demeanor, and

in a wine–red satin gown embroidered with gold and silver patterns. In her early thirties, she

secured by two

right sat Crispin. He strongly resembled Germain