A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 660

### Novel Male 660

**Chapter 660**

In the dim light of the early morning, Valentin paused, his mind racing through the implications of the situation. “She arrived at this hour? Logically speaking, their drama shouldn’t concern us. Yet, if she lingers at our pack’s entrance all night and something goes awry, we’ll be pulled into a needless investigation. That’s a complication we can certainly do without.”

His thoughts were interrupted by a resolute decision. “No. I must make my way to the Blackthorn Pack and inform Luna Adelaide about what’s unfolding.”

The urgency of his mission weighed heavily on him. Lycan Erasmus had been so consumed with the inquiry into the Madison treason case that Adelaide had missed all royal meetings. Today marked her return to the Royal Palace, a significant event after the resolution of that troubling affair.

As Valentin hurried toward the Blackthorn Pack, he realized with a sinking feeling that Adelaide and Lance had already departed for the palace. The streets were eerily quiet, the air thick with the anticipation of dawn, and he felt a pang of frustration at the timing.

With no sign of Adelaide, Valentin quickly relayed the situation to Caldwell, who was seated at his desk, poring over documents that seemed to multiply with each passing moment.

Caldwell’s brow furrowed; he wasn’t about to dismiss the matter simply because it involved Bloodmoon. “Come in, Valentin,” he said, gesturing toward a chair. “Let’s have a cup of coffee while we discuss this.”

Valentin settled into the chair, grateful for the warmth of the coffee that Caldwell poured. “Ivy should be around. Perhaps she can provide some insight,” Caldwell suggested, his mind already racing ahead. He then sent someone to fetch Paisley, knowing that Luna Adelaide had tasked her with monitoring Ulrik’s connections with Germain. If anyone had information about the pack’s inner workings, it would be Paisley.

When Paisley finally arrived, she stifled a yawn, her eyes still heavy with sleep. “What’s going on?” she asked, stretching as if to shake off the remnants of her dreams.

“I’m looking for information on Tamara,” Caldwell said, his voice steady. “She’s been spotted outside the Frostfang Pack’s gate for a considerable amount of time. We need to know what’s happening.”

Paisley shrugged, a hint of disinterest in her tone. “I have no idea. I didn’t assign anyone to watch Bloodmoon. I’ve just been tracking Germain. I know who he meets, but as for Bloodmoon’s affairs, I’m in the dark.”

“This whole situation feels off,” Caldwell remarked, his brow furrowing deeper.

“Why should we care about Bloodmoon’s issues?” Paisley replied, her tone casual. Although she didn’t harbor any ill will toward Tamara, she certainly wasn’t particularly fond of her either.

Caldwell leaned forward, his voice firm. “We won’t meddle in their internal conflicts, but Tamara’s presence at the Frostfang Pack is a concern. If anything happens to her—or if she stirs up trouble—Blackthorn could find itself embroiled in something we want to avoid.”

With another yawn, Paisley rubbed her eyes. “Ah, I get it now. So, should we send someone to find her? From what I gather, Tamara doesn’t get along well with Rosemary. Velda and Gloria aren’t exactly easy to deal with either. It’s likely she just got upset and bolted.”

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