A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 773

Chapter 773

Third Person’s POV

Lycan Erasmus had already sent agents to Hudson City, but so far, they’d come up empty.

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His men were also lurking in the shadows of Fairfax County; he figured if Germain was too scared to be flashy in Hudson, Fairfax was the perfect place to go to ground.

As a Lycan King, Erasmus felt a nagging sense of powerlessness.

While the old Lycan King had left him a crew of capable advisors, they constantly threw his father’s “traditional ways” in his face whenever they disagreed with a political move. It drove him insane.

Because of the internal friction, he could only trust Jeremy to handle the secret investigation into Germain.

Outside the Palace, Adelaide had just stepped into her carriage when footsteps approached from behind.

Damian walked up, his aura dialled down low, looking every bit the diplomat.

‘Honorable Alpha Lance,” Damian said, his voice smooth. “Since the real talking starts tomorrow, I thought we might have a quic :hat beforehand. How about à bar? We can keep the night going.”

Adelaide leaned out of the carriage window, her scent steady. She put on a perfectly timed tired face and looked at Lance.

‘Honey, it’s so late. Why don’t we just head home? Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow.”

Damian let out a small chuckle.

Is Gamma Adelaide worried I’m taking Lance to some shady underground spot? Relax. Just a private drink between men.”

.ate–night “feeling out” sessions were standard procedure before a big negotiation.

Given that the Northern Tribe was the one in the hot seat this time, Lance didn’t really have a reason to say no.

He hesitated for a second, then turned to Adelaide.

I’ll go grab a drink with Gamma Damian.”

Adelaide nodded and signaled for Paisley and Avery to get moving.

Damian stood there, watching her carriage disappear into the night like a hunter marking his prey

The second she was out of sight, his scent shifted. The sharp, cold edge he’d suppressed all night leaked out, buzzing with the thail of a plan coming together.

The night road was silent, save for the rhythmic roll of the carriage wheels.

Inside, Paisley leaned her head on Adelaide’s shoulder, acting like the world was ending

“You guys got to feast in the Palace while we were out here freezing our tails off,” she complained. “Thank God Beata packed us some smoked meat and rye bread, plus a flask of hot mulled mead. I would’ve passed out from hunger otherwise.”

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Chapter 773

Adelaide laughed.

“Once things settle down, I’ll let you buy me a massive dinner.”

Instead of being annoyed, Paisley grinned.

“See, you get me. The only thing I’m actually good at spending is money.”

She truly loved spoiling her friends.

Adelaide nudged her head against Paisley’s, and a soft warmth filled the carriage, smelling of malt, honey, and leather.

With Avery’s sharp wolf senses on guard outside, Adelaide felt she could breathe for a moment.

In the study of the Silverlight pack estate, the light hit Howell’s face in jagged shadows.

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He’d dropped the act of the lazy, weak Alpha. His eyes were hard–like a blade that had been sharpened in secret for far too lo

Tonight, there was no room for error.

War was the only way. Only when the fires started would his opportunity arise.

He’d missed his chance at the Southern Border; he wasn’t going to screw this up.

Lycan Erasmus already suspected him, so he had to move now, even if it meant being branded a traitor.

History, after all, was written by the winners.

His plan was to ignite both the Southern and Bloodscar borders at the same time, trigger internal chaos, and then rise up using Lycan Erasmus’s “failed leadership” as his excuse.

He’d secretly traveled to the Western Tribe to strike a deal with Damian.

Damian’s price was simple: ensure the Western Tribe won at Bloodscar. In exchange, the North would cede a city.

And the only way to ensure a loss at Bloodscar was to snatch Adelaide.

She was the weak point for both Alpha Lance and the Doyles.

With her in hand, he could force Lance to stay off the battlefield and coerce the Doyles into a retreat.

Howell knew exactly how much Lance valued her; she was the ultimate leverage.

For tonight’s hit, he’d handpicked high–level assassins to assist Milo.

Adelaide was a trained warrior, so they needed an ambush.

Milo was the Western Tribe’s fiercest fighter, as long as Lance was out of the picture, the odds were in their favor.

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