A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Third Person’s POV

Though Adelaide had long abandoned the idea of seeking a Second Chance, her wolf still growled excitedly in her mind at the sight of Alpha Lance.

“His scent is truly intoxicating. Why don’t we get closer?” her wolf repeatedly urged.

Yet Adelaide remained where she stood.

Lance, standing in the snow, his pupils dilated slightly at the sight of Adelaide before narrowing into vertical slits. “Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Come, I’ll show you a place,” Lance said as he mounted his horse.

A bag hung from his saddle, its contents unknown.

Adelaide followed suit, mounting her horse and riding behind him.

They reached a barren hill, its trees long since stripped of leaves, with scant vegetation.

Paths stretched out in all directions, leading to higher elevations.

The wind howled, as if countless ghosts were wailing.

Lance stood on the hill, hands behind his back, gazing at a path to the left. Beside it stood a wordless tombstone.

“The townsfolk of Frostbite erected this for your father, Lance said. “He stood alone against arrows on that path, unyielding

Adelaide’s vision blurred with tears.

She had known Lance would bring her here and had mentally prepared herself, yet the pain still cut deep.

“He led troops here, severing the Dragon Ash Kingdom’s supply line to Frostbite Town. He aimed to fight valiantly, but after successive battles, his men were exhausted. Lycan Erasmus, new to his role and lacking authority, delayed reinforcements. Your father held on for so long. Lance explained.

“I had an informant in Frostbite Town. These are the tales they gathered. Witnesses were so moved that they secretly placed this tombstone here, fearing discovery and destruction by the Dragon Ash Kingdom,” he added.

He retrieved a flask of wine from his saddle and handed it to Adelaide. “Go ahead. Pour a drink for your father. Tell him you’ve become a fine warrior”

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Chapter 50

Adelaide wiped her tears, took the flask, and led her horse step by step down the hill to the tombstone.

Kneeling, she poured the wine onto the ground, tears streaming down her face.

She could vividly imagine the scene–no retreat, no strength left, only one path: to hold the enemy’s supply line at all costs and await reinforcements.

She cried soundlessly, unable to utter a word or even the word “Father.”

Her sobs were fiercely suppressed. She didn’t dare to cry out loud.

Lance remained on the hill, not descending.

On the first night of the siege, he had already paid his respects.

He brought Adelaide now because he believed she was truly an exceptional warrior.

In time, she would match her father’s greatness.

Lance had always thought she would follow the path of battle, becoming the kingdom’s first female wolf general.

Instead, she chose to become Ulrik’s mate.

With her strategy and bravery, she could still support Ulrik to greatness.

Lance recalled the vibrant girl practicing combat skills at the Warscar Training Camp, her face forever adorned with an innocent, passionate smile.

Now, he only saw her restraint.

The loss of her family had deeply wounded her.

But Lance didn’t understand why she hadn’t sought

vengeance for her fallen kin.

Why had she chosen to become another wolf’s mate?

The spirited girl he once knew was full of pride, yet now she couldn’t even cry aloud, as if restraint had become her habit.

What else had she endured?

Had Ulrik wronged her?

At the thought, Lance’s gaze turned cold.

Alter capturing Frostbite Town, Lance immediatel