All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Third Person's POVAdelaide thought Lance was joking. Alpha Lance was related to Lycan Erasmus and held a high status in their kingdom.Why would he need her help?She politely said, "I'll be there when you need me."Lance's gaze was profound. "I'll hold you to that. Rest now."Back in her tent, Adelaide found Angela and Paisley fast asleep.Too exhausted to undress, she lay down directly.As soon as she lay down, a wave of tiredness spread through her body, and sleepiness washed over her.She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.When she woke the next evening, she felt refreshed and energized.For werewolves with strong self-healing abilities, sleep is the best way to recover.When Adelaide woke up, she felt refreshed and full of energy.Others woke up and, without a word, began helping to clean the battlefield.News of their victory reached the capital—Alpha Lance had stabilized the southern border and reclaimed the lost towns.Lycan Erasmus and the Royal Council were delight

Third Person's POVThe announcement left the Bloodmoon Pack stunned, as if struck by lightning.They couldn't believe that Velda, who had led reinforcements into battle in the harsh cold, wasn't even mentioned in the list—no merit, no consolation prize.Rosemary fainted on the spot.Luna Skye finally understood why she'd been confined.At Melinda's bonding ceremony, Adelaide had sent gifts, but she'd refused them, even complaining, "Adelaide's being thoughtless. How dare a banished wolf send gifts? What if it brings misfortune to Melinda?"Alpha Howell, upon learning of this, stormed to the Packhouse.His usually timid demeanor vanished; his wolf pheromones triggered a dominance display that shook the crystal chandeliers.His palm sprouted three-inch claws, leaving claw marks on Luna Skye's cheek. "That's your own sister's bloodline! Can't you feel the family totem on your neck?"Alpha Howell held no position in the royal court. His pack relied on royal subsidies.Normally, he was res

Third Person's POVAt the camp on the southern border, Adelaide was anxious as she strode toward Alpha Lance's tent.Lance was intently sculpting something, his focus so intense it was as if he and that creation were the only things in the world.Upon hearing Adelaide's arrival, he paused briefly before covering his work with a silk cloth and instructing his adjutant, Tommy, "Let her in."Tommy hesitated, his ears twitching."I just saw Ulrik head to Adelaide's tent. She's likely here to plead for Velda," he said.Lance's gaze sharpened. "Do you think Adelaide would plead for Velda?"Tommy scratched his head, confusion etched on his face. "Maybe she wants to win Ulrik back?"Lance chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice, and beckoned Tommy closer. "Come here."Tommy stepped forward, then squatted as Lance instructed.Lance's smile deepened. "Come closer and squat down. I think there's something on your face," he said.Tommy instinctively touched his face but found nothing. However,

Third Person's POVAs the memorial plaques came into view, every werewolf present was moved to tears.The werewolf collective consciousness was linked, and when the pack's glory materialized as Alpha Bentley's memorial plaque shimmered in the snow, every wolf's nape gland resonated—a primal summons etched in their blood, the highest tribute to the fallen.Lycan Erasmus stepped down from his carriage, his pine-and-amber pheromones parting the snow like an invisible force.With a sweep of his hand, his bronze war bracelet clashed with his wolf-head emblem, producing a resonant chime. The sound, carrying blessings for the victorious, compelled lower-rank wolves to kneel.As musicians struck their guitars in unison, drummers raised their mallets to a thunderous rhythm.Then, the guitar music started, the drummers raised their drumsticks and struck hard to the rhythm of the music. The trumpets played a brief prelude, then the guitars and drums began to play together. The sound was as might

Third Person's POVAt the Bloodmoon Pack, Rosemary fumed upon hearing the rumors about Ulrik, Velda, and Adelaide.When informed that Velda had returned to the capital without paying her respects, she erupted in fury. "Go, bring her to me now!" she commanded.Velda's return journey had left her dispirited.Ulrik's deliberate distance from her, despite his own injuries, had made the trip a torment.She'd tried to assist him, but he'd rebuffed her advances as if she were repulsive.The wolves captured alongside her glared at her with undisguised hatred.They were all too aware that their brutal treatment stemmed from Velda's torture of a Western werewolf general.Now, facing similar retribution from the Western Tribes' wolves, they felt a mix of anguish and helplessness.Their fear and resentment ran so deep that it fueled an intense hatred toward Velda.Throughout the journey, they refused to engage with her. Even a fleeting glimpse of her would prompt them to flee.Velda remembered ho