A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 769

Chapter 769

Chapter 769

Third Person’s POV

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The next morning, the first light of dawn had barely touched the rooftops of the capital when an agent under Prunella returned with a dangerous piece of intelligence.

As soon as the Western Tribe delegation arrived at their quarters the previous night, Alpha Howell had slipped back into Silverlight territory under the cover of darkness.

Early this morning, he had left again in disguise, appearing to covertly mobilize a large contingency of soldiers loyal only to him.

Prunella’s eyes narrowed as she pieced together the potential plot.

“Adelaide, you need to stay on high alert. If Howell is truly in bed with Damian, there’s a massive chance he’s moving against you right now.”

“I know,” Adelaide replied, her voice cold.

In fact, the night before, a secret agent who had trained in the same recruit camp as her had reported seeing a pheromone profile in the Western delegation that was a near–match for Howell’s.

Because of that, she and Lance hadn’t slept a wink, spending the night at the map table running simulations for every possible assassination attempt or political ambush.

Nightfall, The Royal Star Hall.

Magnificent crystal chandeliers hung like clusters of stars, illuminating the grand white marble hall as if it were midday.

When Lance and Adelaide entered arm–in–arm, the Western Tribe ambassadors had already been ushered to the VIP seating on the right side of the hall.

According to ancient court protocol, weapons were strictly forbidden inside the palace. The Western guards stationed outside the hall were unarmed.

However, every wolf present knew that for high–ranking Lycans, their claws and fangs–which could be called upon in a heartbeat- were the most lethal weapons of all.

Clarissa and Camilla were seated near the head of the table.

Before the banquet officially commenced, they were tasked with entertaining the leader of the Western delegation, Princess Helia.

Usually, Clarissa avoided such events due to her failing health.

But knowing Helia was leading the mission herself, the Old Lycan Luna–who always respected a powerful she wolf–forced herself to dress in her finest regalia and attend.

Surprisingly, Clarissa didn’t need a translator to speak with Helia.

They flowed seamlessly between the official common tongue and the low, guttural, rhythmically wild language of the Western Tribe.

Hearing Clarissa’s mastery of the foreign tongue, a spark of surprise flashed in Adelaide’s eyes.

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Chapter 769

Lance and Adelaide first approached Lycan Erasmus to pay their respects, then turned to greet Clarissa.

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When the guards announced them, Helia’s ice–blue eyes deepened. She took a long, lingering look at the young she–wolf in the ornate gown–the daughter of Alpha Bentley and granddaughter of the legendary Alpha Zander.

The Blackthorn network knew everything about Helia; likewise, the Princess, who held the real reins of power in her country, knew every high–ranking “fang” in the Northern Tribe.

Helia had long heard of Adelaide–the wolf who had become a nightmare to her enemies during the Southern Border reclamation thanks to her elite bloodline and terrifying tactical genius.

She also knew of Velda, the mastermind behind the massacre that had the Western Tribe screaming for blood.

Helia looked at Adelaide intensely for a moment before shifting her gaze with a complicated expression.

As Adelaide drew near, the proud princess of the rival nation actually stood up and offered a slight, respectful bow.

“Luna Adelaide, I have heard much of your name,” Helia said, her pronunciation of the capital’s dialect perfect.

She pointedly addressed her as “Luna Adelaide” rather than “Gamma Adelaide.”

Tonight, everyone there was either a royal by blood or a noble pack leader. While Adelaide held massive power in the military. tonight she was attending as Alpha Lance’s mate.

The banquet was, on the surface, a welcome dinner. Both sides had agreed to hide their claws for a few hours, keeping the talk away from the bloody details of the war and the surrounding hatred.

“The feeling is mutual. It is an honor to finally meet you in person,” Adelaide replied, lifting her skirts in an elegant curtsy.

Adelaide was seated near Helia.

As they waited for the meal to begin, the hall was filled with the scent of expensive perfumes, all trying to mask the underlying clash of predatory pheromones.

The moment she sat down, Adelaide’s wolf let out a low, irritated rumble.

She felt an aggressive, predatory gaze boring into her from across the table.

She didn’t shrink back. She lifted her head and met the gaze head–on.

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