All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 771 - Chapter 780

Third Person's POVDamian originally figured that since Lance had marked Adelaide, he'd be the one begging for peace.Lycan Erasmus clearly wanted no part of a war. After the Snowdeer massacre scandal, he didn't have a solid excuse to start one, and pushing for it would only spark riots among the lower-ranking wolves and get him trashed by the other Kingdoms.Damian sneered to himself.If war actually broke out, the commoners' rage would burn right through Lycan Erasmus—it wouldn't touch Lance.In fact, a war would be the perfect party for Lance. What better way to snatch back control of the military than a crisis only he could solve?As for his mating with Adelaide?Damian raised his glass, eyes trailing over Adelaide with total contempt. From what he knew of Lance on the battlefield, a cold-blooded Alpha like that wouldn't trade absolute political power for a mate. Not in a million years.Halfway through the feast, Dami

Third Person's POVLuna Skye's wolf let out a restless, low whimper.Ever since her mate had secretly returned from the border, he had become volatile and prone to sudden rages.Even weirder, several strange wolves she didn't recognize had moved into the estate lately. They smelled of thick, clotted blood and didn't show her, the Luna, an ounce of respect.In the southern district of the capital, the late-night streets were as black as a thick fog.Suddenly, a slight vibration rippled through the air.Avery closed his eyes, his wolf ears twitching in the wind. Inside the carriage, Adelaide gripped her dark red whip.It sat coiled by her combat boots like a viper ready to strike.Paisley sat bolt upright beside her, radiating a sharp, defensive edge.The next second, a dozen dark shadows dropped silently from the rooftops on both sides.The battle exploded instantly.Avery let out a beastly roar, his wolf su

Third Person's POVBobby knew Damian had the full backing of Lycan Orion, so he didn't even bother with the fake respect for Helia anymore."I don't see it that way," Bobby said coldly. "If they're willing to back down, we talk. If they won't budge an inch, we fight. Snatching Adelaide is just giving them a taste of their own medicine—exactly what Velda did to our Crown Prince.""If war breaks out, Adelaide is the Doyle family's glass jaw. Just like when Pierce signed that pathetic treaty to save the Prince, the Doyles will fold to save her."Helia's eyes burned with a white-hot fury."You are beyond stupid. Pierce did what he did because Velda caught the Crown Prince. You think a Gamma like Adelaide carries the same weight as the future Lycan King?""Do you even know the Alphas of the Doyle family?! You've poked a nest of monsters."Bobby remained unimpressed. He was certain that with Milo leading the hit, there was no way they

Third Person's POVAmpelio roared in frustration."By the time I arrived with the Capital Guard, they were swarming Luna Adelaide—over a dozen wolves against three. If I'd been a minute later, Luna Adelaide would've been dead in the street!"Dennis chimed in, his voice cold and sharp as he spoke in fluent Western dialect."Your people already wiped out every single member of the Frostfang pack, and now you won't even let Luna Adelaide live. Just how deep does your obsession with destroying the Frostfangs go?"Damian and Milo both caught their breath.In this entire geopolitical standoff, the Frostfang pack massacre was their biggest liability.To have members of a diplomatic delegation attempt to assassinate a high-ranking Gamma on the eve of negotiations was a death blow to their credibility.No nation would believe they came here for peace.Damian suddenly realized the truth: this was a masterfully laid trap.A snare built with a dozen assassins as bait, and he had skipped right int

Third Person's POVSince entering the dungeon, Velda had never shown such a weak side.Lucas knew very well that once tomorrow's negotiations concluded, Velda would inevitably be handed over to the Western Tribe delegation as a sacrificial offering to extinguish the fires of war.When that time came, death would be the most merciful gift; those bloodthirsty Western wolves would surely flay her alive.Out of a final shred of pity, Lucas made an exception and approved a meeting.Of course, it could only take place in the high-security depths of the dungeon.A squad of fully armed soldiers escorted Ulrik to the lowest level.The heavy iron door creaked open, the piercing screech echoing through the damp corridor.The jailers quickly retreated to the perimeter.To prevent Velda from using anything sharp to end her own life, even the metal buckles on Ulrik's combat boots had been forcibly removed before he was allowed inside.