A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Adelaide’s POV

I 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 grandfather, struck by an arrow, was left critically wounded, leaving Ulrik to command subsequent engagements.

Yet, there’s no denying Ulrik and Velda’s pivotal role in turning the tide.

They led troops into the Western Tribe’s Snowdeer Town.

Ulrik set fire to their arsenal, while Velda captured several soldiers.

These captives became the leverage that forced the Western Tribe’s surrender.

Only after the treaty was signed in Snowdeer did Velda release the prisoners.

The battle reports made no mention of massacres or killing captives.

This omission could mean either my grandfather deliberately concealed it, or he was entirely unaware.

Either way, should the truth come to light, he, as the commanding officer on the battlefield, would face severe consequences.

I stifled my grief and fury, replaced the documents, and swiftly exited the archives.

Back at Frostfang, Beata awaited me.

Without a word, she handed me a note from Prunella.

Reading it, I felt a chill–it confirmed my fears.

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Prunella’s message revealed that Western Tribe soldiers, disguised as Dragon Ash wolves, were en route to the Southern Border.

This meant the Western Tribe had allied with Dragon Ash.

Erasmus. I reflected for a moment and said to Beata, “Beata, help me select an appropriate o

outfit. I’ll meet Lycan

I needed to see Er

Erasmus tomorrow.”

“Yes, Alpha Adelaide. You should rest now. It’s late,” Beata replied as usual, without further questions.

“You rest to

too,” I said, my voice slightly hoarse from recent tears.

The next day, I arrived at the palace and requested an audience with Lycan Erasmus.

“Hail, Your Majesty!” My voice, still rough from last night’s tears, held a tremor.

Last night, after Beata left, I’d cried into my pillow for hours. The pain of my family’s loss and the current crisis weighed heavily

on me.

“Have you been crying?” Erasmus frowned, his usually handsome face creasing with displeasure. “Still upset about Ulrik and Velda’s bonding ceremony?”