A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 707

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Chapter 707

Chapter 707

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide slowly turned her head, looking at Skye like she was witnessing a total dipshit.

“Maybe in your world, everything is a curse,” she said flatly. “Or mayb around yourself, and that’s why you see bad luck everywhere you loo.

Clarissa’s face darkened immediately.

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just carrying one

“Today is a day for celebration. Why are you bringing up dead people from the Bloodmoon Pack? If you can’t say something positive, keep your mouth shut and watch the show.”

Hera felt a wave of relief wash over her. Finally, she wasn’t the only one getting roasted today.

Feeling a little smug, she turned to Skye.

“So, I heard Alpha Howell is in bad shape? Like, can’t–even–get–out–of–bed bad? Maybe I should send our family doctor over to Silverlight to check him out.”

“No! No need!” Luna Skye waved her hands frantically, her panic visible.

“He’s–he’s much better now. He just needs his rest.”

A collective ripple of suspicion went through the group. Skye’s reaction was way too intense. Was Howell really just “sick,” or was there something else going on that they didn’t know about?

Adelaide gave Skye one last cold look before turning her attention back to the stage.

Alpha Howell skipping the biggest night of the year… yeah, something was definitely up.

Inside the black sedan leaving the Palace, the privacy partition slid view.

up

ing off the driver’s

Adelaide leaned her head on Lance’s shoulder and brought up the Silverlight situation.

Lance’s brow furrowed. He recalled Caldwell’s latest intel brief: since the treason case, the Silverlight Pack had been eerily quiet–dead quiet.

Supposedly, Alpha Howell spent every waking hour locked inside his packhouse.

blackout Caldwell had kept his best scouts on both the Blue Abyss and Silverlight packs, but the logs showed Howell had only left his house three times in months–each time to get

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drunk at a private club before disappearing from the radar again.

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“There’s a possibility,” Lance said, his eyes sharpening like a predator locking onto its prey in the dark. “Howell isn’t sick at all. He’s already left the capital.”

“Left the capital?” Adelaide sat up straight. “But our scouts have been watching the place…”

“Even tigers nap, Adelaide. Especially when they’re watching a fox,” La

ted.

“Our guys have watched him act like a pathetic drunk for months. Naturally, they got complacent. If Howell put on a disguise and used heavy–duty scent suppressants to mask his pheromones, those young scouts might not have recognized him.”

“If he really bailed at a critical time like this, where would he go?” Adelaide asked, a knot of unease tightening in her chest.

“Let’s get back to the house first.” Lance squeezed her hand, his mind already moving the pieces on the board.

He had a theory, but he needed hard data to back it up.

The Blackthorn estate was buzzing tonight.

While Lance and Adelaide were stuck at the stiff royal banquet, the rest of the pack had been throwing a rager.

A bunch of Frostfang werewolves had even come over to celebrate the New Year.

Cedric hadn’t made it back; the Paharis had called to say that since Lance and Adelaide were at the Palace, it would be too lonely for the boy at the estate. He was staying with them to celebrate with a literal pack of other cubs.

When Lance and Adelaide pulled up, they were greeted by a roaring fireplace and the sound of people actually having a good time.

Adelaide was in a great mood and feeling generous.

She pulled out a thick stack of cash and started handing out bonuses to everyone she saw. The place erupted in cheers.

Lance ducked into the upstairs study with Caldwell and Craig–Adelaide knew they were going to talk shop about Howell, so she stayed downstairs in the living room.

Compared to the fake, suffocating social climb at the Palace, the entertainment at Blackthorn was a hell of a lot better.

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Avery, young and hungry for some extra cash, jumped into the middle of the room.

“Watch out! This is a move I spent three years perfecting in the Shadow Peaks!”

He launched into a display of high–impact combat drills, earning a round of applause.

Adelaide laughed and handed him two thousand dollars on the spot.

Ralph, the head butler, decided he wanted in on the action.

“Move over! I’m performing ‘Vows Under the Moonlight‘!”

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