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A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 738

Summary for Chapter 738: A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Summary of Chapter 738 – A turning point in A Female Alpha’s Revenge by Free Collection

Chapter 738 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of A Female Alpha’s Revenge, written by Free Collection. With the hallmarks of Werewolf literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.

Chapter 738

Chapter 738

Third Person’s POV

Alpha Theodore.Alfred straightened his messy collar and offered a respectful, formal bow.

Theodore pulled off his hat, revealing a face set in a grim line.

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Let’s keep this short, Alfred. You know exactly why I intercepted you today. The fact that you followed me here means you know there’s still room to negotiate, right?

Alfred went silent, his eyes flickering.

He wasn’t stupid. From the second he saw Theodore, he knew his little scheme had been sniffed out.

After a beat, he gave a slow nod..

Theodore felt a wave of relief wash over him. A nod was good; as long as the kid was willing to talk, he wasn’t a lost cause.

What are your terms?Theodore asked bluntly. As long as it doesn’t involve betraying the pack or trashing our morals, name it.

Alfred lifted his head, the fire of ambition lighting up his eyes. I want to be a student of Paisley.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it had a sharp edge of absolute certainty. I want to be just like Ampelio, Ellen, and Anilo.

What?

Theodore was floored.

He had expected Alfred to ask for cash, a highranking promotion, or even a shot at inheriting the pack leadership. He hadn’t seen his coming.

Alfred saw Theodore’s shock and let a confident smirk tug at his lips. His cloak whipped in the wind.

I’ve realized something. A career built on snitching and secret reports won’t last. It has no foundation.

If I’m going to do this, I want to be the best fighter in Lycan Erasmus’s personal guard! I want glory I earned with my own hands- he kind of respect that can’t be taken away and that people won’t spit on behind my back.

Paisley is the best combat instructor in the world. If I can get her to train me, my future is set.

Meanwhile, Lance and Adelaide were stationed at the Golden Deer, the most luxurious tavern near the city gates.

.ance had prebooked a VIP room on the second floor days ago under a fake name. The room had massive floortoceiling windows hat, when pushed open, provided a perfect bird’seye view of the North Gate and the main road leading to the Palace.

He knew Adelaide needed this. She needed to see her grandfather from a distance, in a place where no one could bother her.

The freezing wind rushed through the open window, messing up Adelaide’s hair, but she didn’t even notice.

Her eyes were locked onto the figure moving slowly through the gate like a magnet.

Her hands gripped the windowsill so hard she left faint gouges in the hardwood.

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5:28 pm WM

Chapter 738

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Inside her soul, her wolf was letting out a jagged whimper, wanting to jump from the balcony, sprint through the crowd, and collapse into Zander’s arms. Just like when she was a child.

Back then, whenever she got her feelings hurt in training or was picked on by the other cubs, she’d throw herself into Zander’s broad chest. He always smelled like cedar and old ironthe scent of safety.

Zander would rub her head with his calloused hands and let out a deep, rumbling laugh, Who touched my little Ade? Tell me, and I’ll go kill’em right now!

But she couldn’t do that today. She had to stand on this cold second floor, watching her grandfather’s horse struggle through a sea of people.

As the roar of support reached her, her tears finally broke, blurring her vision.

Zanderhe looked so much older. It wasn’t just the years; it was like his very spirit was thinning out.

The grandfather in her memory had gray hair but was always vibrating with life.

Even after a long trip to the capital to report to Lycan Erasmus, he’d still hit the training pits with her father, Bentley, going for dozens of rounds without breaking a sweat, his Alpha aura still heavy enough to command the whole field.

But the Zander down there now had hair like dry grass. The combination of the long journey and the poison that nearly killed him had left him looking skeletal.

He had lost weightenough to make her heart skip a beat.

His bronze skin was still there, but the muscle had sagged, and his eyes were sunken deep into his skull.

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