A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Lycan Erasmus was Craig’s No. 1 fan.

When Craig first came to the Frostfang Pack, Lycan Erasmus had visited in person–a testament to Craigs

stature.

Lycan Erasmus had even tried to recruit him for the Royal Council, as someone like Craig deserved nothing less than reverence.

Scholars and officials across the werewolf kingdom held Craig in the highest regard.

“When are you leaving?” Adelaide asked tearfully.

“No exact date yet. We’ll let you know,” Irene replied.

“Promise not to leave without telling me,” Adelaide said, her eyes glistening.

Irene agreed, “We won’t leave in secret.”

But Adelaide wasn’t entirely convinced. Irene had a habit of avoiding farewells. She remembered how Irene would hide, claiming to be busy, whenever Adelaide went home.

After lunch, Craig and the others pulled Lance into the side room.

They spoke cautiously, their words filled with requests for him to take care of Adelaide. Though there was no outright threat, the pressure was palpable between the lines.

Lance handled it well, his serious demeanor earning nods of approval.

They may not live in the capital, but they understood noble etiquette.

While Adelaide’s second mating as a royal mate might seem less dignified to outsiders, Lance’s willingness to make her his sole Luna was truly rare.

As they left, Prunella privately told Lance, “If you ever stop loving her, don’t hurt her. Send her back to us. The word “us” made Lance’s back stiffen. “That day will never come,” he declared.

On the way back to the Blackthorn Pack, Lance and Adelaide reflected on Prunella’s words. Adelaide rested her head on Lance’s shoulder, tears welling up and eventually spilling over.

Lance held her tightly, his chin resting on her forehead. “Prunella truly cares for you like a sister

“Yes, when I first joined the Warscar Training Camp, Prunella was always with me. She spoiled me rottens

Lance knew Adelaide was adored by everyone at the camp.

Even Irene had reminded him to treat Adelaide well in the side room, calling her a little troublemaker with a rare look of tenderness.

When Irene mentioned the Bentleys, her eyes brimmed with sorrow and regret

The world mourned the sacrifices made by the Frostfang Pack for their country.

Wiping away her tears, Adelaide asked, “Avery wants to stay in the capital. What do you plan to do for him?”

Lance replied, “Simple. The Blackthorn Pack hasn’t established a werewolf warrior unit yet. Have him lead the recruitment.”

Previously, under Lance’s command in the Royal Army, the Blackthorn Pack only had werewolf guards. not a dedicated warrior unit.

Adelaide wiped her eyes and said earnestly, “Agreed. Avery is capable and good at leading teams. His performance on the Southern Border battlefield was exceptional.”

She glanced at Lance and softly asked, “What’s the usual monthly salary for a werewolf warrior unit head?”

Werewolf warriors fell under Alpha’s jurisdiction, and she wasn’t privy to their pay scales..

“I’ll give him more. It’s tough for him to support the whole pack on his own,” Lance said generously.

“Thanks,” Adelaide agreed, planning to secretly add more herself.

She had known the Ancient Moon Pack’s struggles since the Warscar Training Camp but had been naive about the extent of their difficulties.

“Will he join after Irene and the others leave?”

“Yes, Paisley will come too. Angela and the others are heading back with them.”

Compared to Paisley, Angela and the others had less freedom.

Paisley, as the daughter of the Crimson Flame Pack’s Alpha, could stay as long as she liked–even the Alpha had to humor her. Without Paisley, the Crimson Flame Pack would struggle.

Adelaide brightened. “Once we’re back, we need to audit the Golden Jewelry Store’s accounts.”

It was time to confront Wanda. noveldrama

Lance said, “This can also teach Priscilla a lesson–to not trust so easily in the future.”

Adelaide’s expression hardened. “A lesson is one thing, but Madison and Wanda won’t get a single cent. What’s ours must be returned.”

Lance squeezed her hand. “Whatever you want to do, I’ve got your back.”

Adelaide looked at their intertwined hands. His strong, well–defined fingers always made her heart race when laced with hers–a feeling of intimacy distinct from the thrill of being held in his arms.

She couldn’t explain why, but she loved it.

Back at the Blackthorn Pack, the gifts from the Frostfang Pack were returned untouched.

10.31

In the main courtyard, Jasmine whispered, “Priscilla threw a huge tantrum, smashing quite a few things. You should check on her.”

Adelaide glanced at Lance, seeing his furrowed brow. She knew mother–son talks were never easy and said, “I’ll go. You head back to your study. You’ve got work to do.”

Although they were set to temporarily suspend court, the Ministry of Justice had closed its cases, Lance had been busy lately–not just memorizing legal texts but also studying past cases.

“Alright, then. If you can’t calm her, have someone fetch me,” Lance said, understanding Priscilla well.

“No worries, I can handle it,” Adelaide assured him with a comforting look.

It was just Priscilla throwing a tantrum over the discovery of Wanda’s financial mismanagement and the fraud.