All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 741 - Chapter 750

Third Person's POVEver since Adelaide took over as Commander of the Ironthorn Legion, she had proven everyone wrong with cold, hard results.Under her iron-fisted leadership, the Legion didn't descend into chaos; instead, it became more disciplined and formidable than ever. For the first time, the residents of the capital felt a real sense of security.Even the old-school Alphas, who had originally scoffed at the idea of a female commander, had to shut up and show some respect.However, the more popular Adelaide became with the military and the public, the more Lycan Erasmus viewed her as a threat.He ramped up his plans to hollow out the Ironthorn Legion, restructuring his personal guards into the "Obsidian Guard"—a unit that answered only to him.The members of the Royal Council could see the writing on the wall: Lycan Erasmus' next moves were going to be faster, bolder, and a lot more ruthless.Zander's villa used to be a hu

Third Person's POVEllen totally agreed with Ulrik's plan. A late-night visit was discreet and gave Ulrik enough time to clear out any snooping guards.Adelaide was anxious to see her grandfather, but she was more worried about his health.The trip had been brutal; if Zander could get two solid days of sleep, she was willing to stand outside the front gate for forty-eight hours straight if that's what it took.Alfred, on the other hand, was a man of action. That very night, he showed up at the Blackthorn packhouse with gifts in hand, ready for the apprenticeship ceremony.Having served as a guard for Lycan Erasmus for so long, he knew exactly how much Lycan Erasmus feared Alpha Lance and the Blackthorns.But he didn't care. To secure his long-term future, he showed up at their front door with his elderly parents and his mate, Hazel, to show how serious he was.Paisley had been planning to be a total nightmare—she was looking for

Third Person's POV"Twenty years?" Adelaide arched an eyebrow, genuinely struggling to reconcile that number with his messy performance. "Who was your instructor?"Alfred gave a bitter laugh, staring down at his dust-covered boots."I didn't have a formal one. When I was a kid, I just did conditioning with the Hornbeam guards. Later, I picked up a few moves from the older guys in the pack.""Then I met Zach. He taught me some real-world combat stuff. Once I became a Palace guard, it was mostly Zach giving me pointers." He paused, looking a bit embarrassed."And when I'm on duty, I usually pester the other wolves for spars... just to 'borrow' whatever they've got. It's a bit of a patchwork."Nearby, Ellen and the others couldn't help but let out low chuckles.Alfred was clearly eager to learn, but his method was like a suit made of random scraps of fabric—it covered his body, but it offered zero protection and looked a mess.

Third Person's POVUnlike the commoners, Ulrik didn't dare show his face during the day. He was terrified of being torn apart by the public's insults.He only felt safe enough to crawl out of his hole and stand guard here under the cover of darkness.He had been pacing the entrance for over an hour, wrestling with the urge to go inside and apologize to Alpha Zander.But every time his fingers brushed the heavy oak door, he flinched back like he'd been electrocuted.When Lance and Adelaide's carriage pulled up, he instinctively backed away, retreating deeper into the shadows of the corner.The urge to hide was primal; by now, he was essentially public enemy number one.He knew the so-called "glory" he'd claimed at the border was now coming back to haunt him with a vengeance.Strangely, the public backlash made him feel more at peace. It saved him from having to explain the filthy political deals he'd made.If he took the

Third Person's POV"That was their payback," Lance's voice was as cold as ice."Think about it. First, the Western Tribe sent their legions to the Southern Border—that was strike one. Then, they captured Velda and the soldiers involved in the massacre right on the battlefield—that was strike two. And finally, they wiped out the Frostfangs. That was strike three."Alpha Zander nodded slowly. He followed Lance's logic.In the game of high-stakes politics, there is a principle of parity.Since the Western Tribe had already retaliated three times—by slaughtering a pack, marching to the border, and taking the perpetrator, Velda—the blood debt should, in theory, be settled.If the Western Tribe had done nothing after the massacre and simply sent a diplomat to protest, they would be completely on the defensive.But they chose vigilante justice. They chose war. They used their own fangs to take what they considered fai