A Female Alpha’s Revenge (Adelaide) novel Chapter 859

Chapter 859

Chapter 859

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For Adelaide’s sake, he didn’t care in the slightest about the kind of backlash or insults he would face within the noble werewolf circles.

Anilo from the Royal Patrol couldn’t have been more thrilled when he heard the news.

He firmly believed that after this purge, the Royal Patrol would emerge as a much more formidable fighting force.

However, his joy came a bit too soon.

The investigation had barely begun when several officials started protesting, claiming that the Royal Patrol’s duties overlapped with those of the Capital Guard. They petitioned Lycan Erasmus to disband the unit altogether.

Adelaide had long anticipated this day would come. Taking the initiative, she formally requested the King’s permission to map out and distinctly divide the responsibilities of both forces.

Lycan Erasmus didn’t approve the request immediately. Instead, he brought up a completely unrelated matter.

“Luna Clarissa asked about the progress of the She-Wolf Academy yesterday. Where do things stand?”

Adelaide replied, “The campus construction is complete, and we are currently recruiting suitable instructors.”

“Lycan Clarissa attaches great importance to this project. You need to focus all your energy on it,” Lycan Erasmus said. “As for the restructuring of the Royal Patrol, put it on hold for now.”

Adelaide’s wolf tensed up, but her face betrayed absolutely no surprise. She immediately replied with the utmost respect, “As you command, Your Majesty!”

She knew Lycan Erasmus had been waiting for the perfect excuse to dismantle parts of the Royal Patrol and fold them into the Capital Guard, purely to strip away her power.

Lycan Erasmus looked pleased with her obedience.

“Lycan Clarissa has missed you lately. Make sure you come to the palace to visit her when you have the time.”

Adelaide bowed her head in agreement.

Lycan Erasmus raised his eyes and scrutinized her one last time. She was completely drenched in Lance’s signature scent, a fact that inexplicably irritated Lycan Erasmus.

He waved a hand, dismissing her.

After leaving the study, Adelaide made her way down the spacious corridor, only to be suddenly cut off by a figure she absolutely despised.

“Hey, Adelaide.”

Virik.

Her wolf went on high alert instantly. She instinctively took a step back, her sharp gaze sweeping her surroundings.

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At either end of the corridor, royal sentries patrolled back and forth, shooting them curious, probing glances.

Her pheromones instantly turned cold and distant, like a solid wall of ice.

“What do you want?”

Ulrik stared deeply at her.

He tried his hardest to pull back his pheromones, but Adelaide could still pick up a bitter, sour undertone.

“I… I just wanted to warn you. Lycan Erasmus actually knows you orchestrated the tavern brawl that day. He has other plans for the Royal Patrol. I just wanted to advise you don’t provoke him, or he will punish you severely.”

Adelaide’s expression remained eerily calm.

“Thanks for the warning.”

Seeing that the news didn’t shock her at all, Ulrik grew even more anxious.

“Don’t tell me… you… you already knew?”

Adelaide shook her head.

“If that’s all, I’ll be going.” She stepped around him, ready to leave.

“Adelaide… don’t go! We… we used to be together, after all. Why do you have to treat me like a total stranger?”

Ulrik desperately tried to keep her there. “I just wanted to warn you, I don’t mean anything else by it!”

Adelaide didn’t bother responding. She turned her head and kept walking.

Ulrik hurriedly chased after her, blocking her path once more.

Her patience was officially tapped out. A cold, sharp glint flashed in her eyes as she released a burst of her aura, physically shoving him back.

“Whatever your actual motive is, just spit it out!”

Ulrik’s face suddenly flushed red.

He asked, his voice thick with shame, “I… I wanted to ask if you know what the Western Fribe plans to do with Velda?”

“I have no idea.”

Adelaide strode away. That name could no longer spark a single ounce of anger in her heart.

Ulrik stood there in a daze, watching her back as she left, falling into a dead silence.

Ever since Velda had been hauled away by the Western Tribe’s envoys, Ulrik had been plagued by nightmares almost every single night.

In his dreams, Velda was being ripped apart by a pack of savage male wolves. With every chunk of flesh torn from her body, the pungent stench of blood would flood his nose.

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Deep within the dreamscape, his wolf would howl in misery, jolting him awake drenched in a cold sweat.

Even during the day, Velda’s agonizing screams for help would echo in his ears, like a soul trapped in hell.

He felt like he was being driven to the brink of insanity, constantly haunted by the guilt that he was the one who had betrayed her.

Yet logic kept reminding him that he made the right call. As an Alpha, he had to prioritize the survival of the entire Bloodmoons.

The two opposing thoughts waged war in his head, completely draining his mental energy. Even his pheromones had become erratic and suffocating, thick with the sour stench of guilt and sheer exhaustion.

He knew perfectly well that the King would never trust him with a key position again. Now, his daily “job” consisted of nothing but wandering aimlessly around the palace.

Like an abandoned lone wolf, returning to the Bloodmoons at night offered him zero peace either.

Gloria picked fights with him constantly, and Sabrina was always whining in his ear, begging him to go plead her case to the Glenveils.

The city was massive, yet not a single corner of it felt like home.

He wanted to find someone to talk to, only to realize he had pushed away everyone around him.

His former friends now went out of their way to avoid him, treating him like he was carrying some kind of plague.

The crushing loneliness wrapped around him daily, practically driving him mad.

Adelaide knew that Velda wasn’t dead yet

The Blackthorn intel network had brought back solid confirmation: Princess Helia was still trapped in the town of Snowdeer.

Damian, who had regained control of the military forces in Snowdeer, hadn’t launched an offensive either. Like a lion lurking in the tall grass waiting for the perfect moment to strike, he was patiently observing the situation.

After the bilateral talks, he understood the sheer complexity of the battlefield better than anyone: if they attacked, their food supplies wouldn’t hold up for a prolonged war against the Western Tribe; if they didn’t, it would be a direct act of defiance against Lycan Orion’s orders.

As a result, Damian dumped the job of communicating with the troops onto Princess Helia, forcing her to negotiate with the warmongering generals. That way, he could easily wash his hands of any responsibility if things went south.

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