A Female Alpha’s Revenge (Adelaide) novel Chapter 877

Third Person’s POV

Lance let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

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“Listen to me, Ulrik. You cooperated in interrogating a traitor because it was your damn duty to Lycan Erasmus! You did it to save whatever pathetic shred of honor the Bloodmoon Pack has left. Let’s be real–you did it for yourself and your people. Don’t act like you did me a fucking favor.

Realizing his leverage was non–existent, Ulrik immediately changed his tune. “I misspoke. I’m not asking for a favor. I’m begging you. Please, just tell me.”

The nightmares of the past few weeks had clearly taken their toll. His eyes were deeply sunken, his posture hunched, entirely stripped of any Alpha pride. He looked utterly pathetic.

Lance had no patience left for him. “If I get word, I’ll send someone. I haven’t received anything yet. Now go home.”

“But-”

“But what? Get the hell out of here.”

“Thank you, Alpha Lance. Please, just remember to let me know the second you hear anything.”

The sheer desperation–bordering on insolence–infuriated Lance. He suppressed the growl building in his chest. “Get off my land. Now.”

Ulrik finally turned, shame written all over his face. But after two steps, he halted, looking back like a dog hoping for a scrap.

Lance’s patience snapped. A lethal rumble vibrated in his throat as his fangs extended. His upper body swelled, muscles tearing at the seams of his shirt as his wolf pushed to the surface.

“Still here?” Lance threatened, his voice dropping into a guttural, semi–shifted growl. “You want to throw down and see who walks away?”

Ulrik panicked, shaking his head frantically before sprinting away.

Lance stood at the gate for a long moment, watching the road. Once he was sure Ulrik wasn’t coming back, he turned to Tommy. “If he shows his face here again, throw him out. I don’t give a shit about his Alpha title.”

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With that, Lance hurried off to the Ministry of Justice,

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Neither of them realized that Paisley had witnessed the entire exchange from the shadows. She watched Ulrik’s retreating figure for a moment before turning back to find Adelaide.

“If I didn’t know any better.” Paisley remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “I’d think he was some tragic, star–crossed lover.”

As she listened to the story, Adelaide’s mind drifted back to the time when Ulrik had just returned from the Bloodscar Border and the things he had told her back then.

At that time, he probably had genuinely loved Velda.

Too bad Velda’s charm was nothing but a calculated mask. The moment that mask was ripped away to reveal the monster underneath, Ulrik’s illusion had shattered.

But they had bled together on the battlefield. Even if the love was dead, years of shared life mattered. To Ulrik, Velda was family.

Worse, he had betrayed her in that dungeon to save his own skin. The guilt must be eating him alive.

“Let’s not talk about them,” Adelaide said, shaking her head as she stood up. “I need to get back to the Capital Guard.”

The news of Velda’s death reached New York shortly after.

Prunella had sent a highly detailed report straight to the Blackthorn Pack’s study. She had witnessed the whole thing–how Velda had been torn apart by the raw, accumulated fury of the villagers she had oppressed for years.

Prunella had deliberately included every gruesome detail, knowing it would bring Adelaide peace.

Velda was the mastermind behind the slaughter of the Frostfang Pack.

Adelaide had hated her with every fiber of her being. But because the trial of the Snowdeer Town massacre involved Alpha Zander, she hadn’t been able to kill Velda herself without jeopardizing the bigger political picture,

Now, reading the report written in Prunella’s sharp handwriting, a profound sense of relief washed over her.

Adelaide read it once. Then twice.

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When she finally finished, she sat frozen for a long time. Then, letting out a ragged breath, she buried her face into Lance’s chest and sobbed uncontrollably.

Lance held her tight, resting his chin on her head. He flooded the room with his soothing Alpha scent, wrapping her in comfort while gently rubbing her back.

He was also glad after reading the report. His beloved mate could finally let out the pain she had been hoarding.

Even though the scar of losing her family would remain forever, the ghost had been laid to

rest.

He gently wiped her tears, whispering softly, “The debt is paid, sweetheart. From Velda to the hitmen from the Western Tribe who took your family–they’ve all bled for what they did. The Moon Goddess has seen justice done.”

Adelaide pressed herself against his chest, listening to the steady, powerful rhythm of his heart. As the memories of the past few years flashed through her mind, the phantom pain still hit her hard enough to steal her breath away. But this time, she wasn’t alone.

Outside the room, Beata sat on the stone steps, staring blankly at the brilliant crimson sunset bleeding across the horizon.

She knew exactly what Adelaide was feeling. The vengeance was sweet, yes, but it couldn’t simply erase the hollow ache left in her chest.

Inside, Paisley skimmed the report, and a rush of pure, unadulterated satisfaction washed over her. “The bitch is finally dead. Good riddance.”

Later, Caldwell had Tommy run an errand over to the Bloodmoon Pack to drop the news to Ulrik

Paisley arched an eyebrow. “Why are we doing him any favors by telling him?”

“Alpha Lance figures Ulrik’s losing his goddamn mind,” Caldwell explained. “It’s better to give him closure so he stops lurking around our borders and stressing Luna Adelaide out. Think of it as pest control.” D

Paisley thought about it for a second, then nodded. She definitely didn’t want that pathetic wolf anywhere near Adelaide ever again.