A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 697

Chapter 697

Chapter 697

Third Person’s POV

Seeing how hyped he was, Adelaide had no choice but to go along with it.

She shook her head with a resigned smile and gave Lance a light shove on the back.

Whoosh-!

Lance shot off like a cannonball, blurring down the snowy slope.

Ten meters, twenty meters…

He carved a straight white line through the snow, the wind howling in his ears.

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The adrenaline rush was incredible, and for a second, he felt like a total badass. He was already planning his big finish–digging in his heels and palms to come to a stylish halt, then looking back to give Adelaide his best “I told you so” grin. Then, things went sideways.

He didn’t realize that beneath the smooth white powder lay a hidden drop–off–a steep, concave depression.

The blinding white snow acted like perfect camouflage, hiding the sudden change in terrain until it was too late.

He was moving way too fast. His weight shifted forward, and the momentum sent him airborne. He didn’t just slide; he launched into space and slammed hard into the lower slope.

“Shit-!”

Lance tried to tuck and roll mid–air, but with no traction and zero balance, he was a goner. He hit the snow and turned into a messy, tumbling blur before disappearing from Adelaide’s line of sight.

“Lance-!”

Adelaide froze, her heart hammering against her ribs.

She didn’t have time to process the absurdity of it; her Gamma combat instincts took over.

She ripped off her boots and slid them onto her hands to use as makeshift ice axes and brakes. Dropping her center of gravity until she was practically hugging the snow, she let her wolf take the wheel.

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She dug her hands into the snow to steer and dived down like a streak of white lightning, following the trail of his disastrous fall.

For someone raised in the Frostfang Pack, a slope like this was a walk in the park.

A good while later, Adelaide was propping up a limping, battered Lance as they trudged down the mountain through the blowing snow.

The Alpha who usually looked like he’d stepped off a magazine cover was a total train wreck.

His handsome face was a mosaic of purple bruises and red gashes from the ice.

Luckily, his wolf healing was already kicking in, and the smaller cuts had stopped bleeding.

The worst part was his forehead–a lump the size of a goose egg was pulsing right above his eye. It was the kind of injury that made you feel bad for him while simultaneously making you want to lose your mind laughing.

He was the Blackthorn Pack’s top soldier. He could fight, lead armies, and dominate a boardroom.

But extreme sports? Yeah, no. He was a walking disaster area.

This wasn’t how skiing worked.

The terrain here was nothing like the open plains of the Southern border.

Plus, in the war, he’d been decked out in Kevlar tactical armor. Today, he was wearing a thin, “look–at–me–I’m–an–aristocrat” cashmere coat. He’d basically gone head–to–head with a mountain and lost.

Lance was so embarrassed he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

He’d wanted to make a romantic memory to talk about when they were old and grey.

Well, mission accomplished–this was definitely unforgettable.

Adelaide was never going to let him live down the image of him faceplanting and rolling down a cliff like a wet log.

“Leg hurting bad?” Adelaide asked, feeling him wince with every step.

“I’m fine,” Lance grumbled, looking away to preserve what was left of his Alpha dignity.

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“You don’t have to carry me, really. I can walk. You’re making me look like a total invalid.”

Adelaide pulled him closer.

“I’m not letitng go. I just want to feel your body heat.”

Usually, a line like that would have Lance over the moon.

Right now, he just felt defeated, sore, and incredibly stupid.

He was replaying the fall in his head on a loop.

“Why didn’t I stabilize? Why didn’t I push off the ledge?”

The truth was, in the split second the accident happened, his first thought wasn’t save himeself, it was “crap, I’m going to look like an idiot in front of Adelaide.”

That one–second delay cost him everything.

He looked up at the leaden sky.

The only silver lining was that falling down a mountain is a lot faster than climbing it; they’d made record time getting back to the trail.

Adelaide saw the look on his face. She wanted to say something comforting but couldn’t find the words.

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