A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 727

Chapter 727

Third Person’s POV

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The soldiers in the Royal Guard lived for strength and battlefield legends. When Ampelio started running his mouth, it didn’t take long for the locker room to turn into a heated debate.

“I knew it! Alpha Zander runs a tight ship–theres no way he’d sign off on slaughtering civilians!”

“Exactly! That’s rogue behavior. That bitch Velda must have lost her mind trying to rack up extra credit!”

“Hell, if Zander gets pinned for this, I’m not standing for it!”

The werewolf social scene is like a massive spiderweb. These guards hit the bars, the training pits, and go home to their mates, whispering the same story every step of the way. By morning, the gossip had wings.

This was exactly what Adelaide wanted.

Step one of her revenge: narrative control.

She needed to bank massive public support for Zander before the trial even started. If the city believed “Alpha Zander is an innocent hero dragged down by a psycho subordinate,” that public trust would be the strongest shield she had.

Ironically, back when the Snowdeer Town victory happened, Lycan Erasmus had given all the credit to Ulrik and Velda to build them up as his personal rising stars.

It’s a classic power play–ignore the old, established families and promote the young blood who owe you everything.

Adelaide’s father had risen the right way, through real blood and grit. Velda, however, had built her throne on a pile of lies.

Now, those “achievements” were ironclad evidence of her presence at the scene, while the sidelined Alpha Zander suddenly had a path to freedom.

Inside the Royal Enforcement Bureau’s detention center, Velda was locked in a reinforced silver–plated cage.

The interrogation was strictly classified, but Lycan Erasmus had sent two observers: Ulrik and Jeremy.

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Chapter 727

Jeremy was a ghost. He’d been with Lycan Erasmus since he was a Prince.

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He rarely spoke, and his scent was so faint he was practically invisible. He was Lycan Erasmus’s hidden blade, the guy who handled the “dirty work” no one was supposed to see.

Since Lycan Erasmus took the throne, most people had forgotten Jeremy existed.

But lately, he’d been busy.

Lycan Erasmus had named him the Vice–Captain of the Guard, right under Ulrik.

It was a calculated move: Ulrik was the flashy target, while Jeremy was the shadow waiting to strike.

During this session, Velda’s story had to match Ulrik’s timeline of the warehouse fire perfectly, Jeremy was there to make sure the “official” version stayed on track.

Late night at the Blackthorn packhouse, the study was dim and heavy with the scent of high- tier Alpha pheromones.

No one was talking. Everyone was buried in files and intel, triple–checking their strategy.

Even with all their prep, they knew Alpha Zander couldn’t walk away totally clean.

It was the iron law: a commander is responsible for his soldiers. Period.

Neither Lance nor Adelaide expected an acquittal; their goal was damage control–save his life, save his honor.

Lance looked up, his handsome face tense in the flickering lamplight.

“We have to stop this from turning into an all–out war.”

His voice was low but certain.

As long as we don’t go to war with the West, this stays a diplomatic mess. We can negotiate. We can trade. But if the first shot is fired, Zander is as good as dead.”

The word “dead” hit the room like a lead weight

If war broke out, Velda would be executed to satisfy the West, and Zander, as the man in charge, would likely follow her to the gallows to save face for the kingdom.

Adelaide’s heart skipped a beat. She bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood, fighting back

Across the table, Craig let out a heavy sigh.

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