Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Adelaide's POVI opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling.Rebellious since childhood, I'd never obeyed—except that one time.I followed my mother and brothers' mates, learning to be a Luna, managing the pack, abandoning combat books, and ditching my dreams of becoming a wolf warrior.I learned quickly. Mother said if I couldn't be the best female Gamma, I'd excel as a Luna.But she was wrong. I was wrong.I should've kept rebelling. Then I wouldn't be alone now.I still didn't understand why the Western Tribe rogues did this.The official story—Alpha Bentley's defeat shamed them, driving their revenge.But it doesn't add up.The rogues' survival near the Royal pack wasn't easy.If they could infiltrate that deeply, their priority would be intelligence—not exposure.The Western Lycan King wouldn't order such senseless bloodshed.The truth was buried.I was reminded of my father and brothers, grief and anger swelling.They reclaimed the Southern Territory but couldn't hold it, dying hono

Third Person's POV"Wonderful! All our guests are gone. Just wonderful!" Ulrik snarled, his voice laced with sarcasm and fury.Velda's wolf fur prickled beneath her dress.She strode to the Packhouse window, glanced at the deserted plaza, and asked innocently, "Why did they leave?""Not enough seats!" Ulrik exploded. "Why did you invite them without telling us? They don't belong here!"Velda's pupils shrank, her belt clinking against her gown. "So they're discriminating against wolf warriors?"Her voice carried the chill of a blizzard. "Those royal Lycans and council wolves—do they think our border guards aren't worthy of respect? After we fight and die to protect them?""This isn't about respect! You invited them without clearance! Did you even inform the base?"He forced his roar down, his voice trembling with frustration. "Even if approved, you should've told Tamara! We set up 200 seats, but you added 150 warriors. Did you expect guests to stand and sip champagne?"Velda's ears twi

Adelaide's POVI slipped into the royal archives, shielded by Frostfang's stealth cloak.It masked my scent and muffled my steps, allowing me to glide through the high-security area like a wraith.No need to search—the Bloodscar Campaign reports were neatly arranged on the upper shelf of the left oak bookcase.I retreated to a dim corner of the archive room and, by faint light, began reviewing the dispatches one by one.By the time I finished the last report, my blood felt frozen, and a bone-chilling dread spread through me.Tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring my vision.Ulrik and Velda, as reinforcements, rushed to the Bloodscar Border and plunged into the fray.Their inexperience on the battlefield soon became apparent.In the first battle, my uncle lunged to save Ulrik, his left arm severed by an enemy blade—a scene so visceral, it played out before my eyes.My youngest uncle, ever-vibrant and dashing in my memory, fell heroically before reinforcements could arrive.My grandfa

Adelaide's POVI watched Erasmus's retreating back and called out urgently, "Lycan Erasmus, my father and brothers were feared on the battlefield. I may not match their valor, but I won't be swayed by emotions.""Since my bond with Ulrik is dissolved, I won't cling to him. I won't let personal feelings cloud my judgment. Please trust me this once!"Erasmus halted but didn't turn.Coldly, he said, "Don't tarnish your family's honor. I can grant you glory—and take it away. Return to Frostfang and act as if this day never happened."He strode away, leaving me helpless.In his eyes—and others'—I was unreasonable and petty.The daughter of Alpha Bentley, reduced to a drama queen over a broken bond?I'd left Frostfang as a pup for Warscar Training Camp.Over the two years since returning to Frostfang, I spent the first year learning from my mother how to become a Luna, and the second managing the pack's affairs at Bloodmoon.At least during this time, I'd never stepped out of line.But now,

Adelaide's POV"Pay no mind to the outsiders' chatter. People are fickle. Soon enough, it'll all be forgotten. Don't let it trouble you," I said."Whatever they say, I remain indifferent," I replied.Vanya dropped the topic.She didn't ask about the royal guards outside, only inquiring about my daily routines.We chatted for half an hour.Tamara, fidgeting beside us, finally blurted out, "Adelaide, I need your help."I turned to her, her chapped lips and blistered corners revealing her distress."Cold as it is, you're clearly overwhelmed," I said gently."Speak your mind.""I came today because Rosemary's illness flared up last night. She fainted this morning from rage. She's awake now, but I don't think she'll last long. I'm here to beg you to intercede with Shaman Digby for me," Tamara said, on the verge of tears."Rosemary threatened to have Simon reject me if I couldn't get Digby here. I had no choice but to come to you.""Passed out?" I questioned."Rosemary took Digby's herbs on