Semua Bab A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Bab 731 - Bab 740

Third Person's POVNight fell, and the wind howled around the royal lodge. Security was tighter than ever; the silence of the guest house was shattered by the arrival of the military escort.Under the cover of darkness, Alpha Zander's core officers tracked down Magnus and Martin.The flickering wall lamps cast long shadows over these battle-hardened men, their skin tanned and tough as iron from years on the permafrost.The officers were frantic. Their wolves were on edge, and the room was thick with the bitter, sharp scent of high-tier stress.Seeing these proud warriors—men who had dedicated their lives to holding the line—now reduced to pleading was almost too much for Magnus and Martin to handle.One officer, his face marked by a jagged claw scar, spoke up desperately."I swear on the Moon Goddess, Alpha Zander had no clue! He was poisoned. The best doctor said he was a goner. He only pulled through because of sheer wil

Third Person's POVMagnus stood there, paralyzed. He knew no amount of talking was going to change Alfred's mind.His only hope now was to find another opening on the long trek back to the capital.The only silver lining was that Alfred hadn't told Zach yet.If Alfred wanted to hog all the credit for "uncovering dissent," he wouldn't tell a soul until he was standing right in front of Lycan Erasmus.Meanwhile, back at the border camp, Cole and Barclay looked like they'd lost their souls. They didn't even dare go back to their own quarters.Alpha Xander refused to see them. He was clearly trying to calm himself and prepare to depart for the capital the next day. Alpha Zander had refused to see them; he was clearly trying to get his head straight before the long "walk of shame" began at dawn.Zander's sons were the ones who ended up dealing with them. After hearing Cole recount what happened, Russell was livid, but he couldn't bring him

Third Person's POV"Before Alfred sets foot back in this city," Adelaide's voice was like ice, "not a single syllable of this can leak out. If it does, we lose our chance to fix it before it even begins."She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay sharp. Her fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the desk."We have to intercept him. Only Alpha Theodore has the standing to pull this off—as Alfred's elder and the Alpha of Hornbeam, he's the only one who can lean on him and force him to keep his mouth shut.""If he can convince Alfred to bury the report, we have a shot. But if Theodore can't stop him..." Adelaide's voice wavered for a split second. "Then Cole is a dead wolf, and Alpha Zander will be charged with failing to control his troops and challenging Lycan Erasmus's authority. It'll be the nail in the coffin.""It's a solid plan," Paisley nodded, her expression grim but determined. "Alpha Theodore is a man of honor. Between his bond wit

Third Person's POVThe sharp articles published in underground journals, the vivid stories being told in high-end cafes and gritty taverns alike—every narrative thread painting Alpha Zander as a tragic hero was tied back to a single architect: Cyrus.Clearly, Cyrus wasn't even trying to hide it from the young King. He had left obvious breadcrumbs during the operation, a silent but firm way of declaring exactly where he stood.Inside the Palace study, Lycan Erasmus stared at the intel report for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy.Finally, he looked at Jeremy, who remained motionless in the shadows."Act like we never investigated this," Lycan Erasmus said. "Keep your mouth shut."Jeremy bowed deeply. "Yes, Lycan Erasmus."Lycan Erasmus's mind was a mess of conflicting emotions.Before the old Lycan King passed away, Cyrus had already planned to retire and head back to his pack for a quiet life.But when

Third Person's POVSuddenly, the vibe shifted.It started with a few voices, but the chant spreading through the crowd began to morph."Trust in Lycan Erasmus!""Our King will be fair to Alpha Zander!"At first, it was just a few stray shouts, but like a virus, the sentiment infected the entire street. Thousands of commoners began roaring these slogans in unison.It felt completely organic, with no trace of being staged.After thirty minutes of being stuck in a standstill, the raw, confrontational anger of the mob had been cleverly redirected into a song of praise for Lycan Erasmus.The masterminds behind this shift were members of the Blackthorns, led by Avery, all disguised as average low-tier wolves.Avery's voice was the loudest, cutting through the chaotic din of the crowd with piercing clarity.Of course, they hadn't just changed clothes.Wendy and her team had used their elite disguise skills to comp