A Female Alpha’s Revenge
Clarissa gazed at the scenery outside the palace and said, "The heat today is truly oppressive. You should attend to your matters."
"Yes, I have a few things to handle," Erasmus replied as he stood and turned to leave.
As Adelaide left the palace, dusk had begun to paint the walls.
Lance's car was parked under a sycamore tree, its body adorned with the frost wolf totem.
He wore a dark cloak, his shoulders as straight as a silver spear on the battlefield, no trace of the Southern Border's weariness.
"Alpha Lance, I need to speak with you," she said, striding forward. Her boot heels crushed the cicada molt on the cobblestones, the silver moon sigil at her nape glowing faintly in the twilight.
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