A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 739

Chapter 739

Chapter 739

Third Person’s POV

Suddenly, the vibe shifted.

It started with a few voices, but the chant spreading through the crowd began to morph.

“Trust in Lycan Erasmus!”

“Our King will be fair to Alpha Zander!”

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At first, it was just a few stray shouts, but like a virus, the sentiment infected the entire street. Thousands of commoners began roaring these slogans in unison.

It felt completely organic, with no–trace of being staged.

After thirty minutes of being stuck in a standstill, the raw, confrontational anger of the mob had been cleverly redirected into a song of praise for Lycan Erasmus.

The masterminds behind this shift were members of the Blackthorns, led by Avery, all disguised as average low–tier wolves.

Avery’s voice was the loudest, cutting through the chaotic din of the crowd with piercing clarity.

Of course, they hadn’t just changed clothes.

Wendy and her team had used their elite disguise skills to completely overhaul their looks.

Not even the Palace’s top secret agents would recognize these rugged, rough–around–the–edges wolves as elite Blackthorn guards.

This wave of “We trust Lycan Erasmus” sounded like the ultimate compliment–the exact kind of validation Lycan Erasmus craved.

But on a day like today, it wasn’t a compliment; it was a golden cage.

It signaled that the public had a very specific expectation of how Zander should be treated. If Lycan Erasmus dared to use “enhanced interrogation” or toss Zander into a hole, he would be betraying the very trust and praise the people were heaping on

him.

He was being forced into showing mercy.

Just then, as if sensing a shift in the wind–or perhaps smelling a familiar scent tinged with salt and grief–Alpha Zander looked up.

His gaze cut through the sea of wolves and locked onto the second–floor window of the Golden Deer.

Their eyes met. Seeing Adelaide drenched in tears, her lips trembling as she mouthed his name, Zander’s eyes instantly turned a deep, burning red.

A single, heavy tear rolled down his weathered cheek and shattered against his black armor.

Seeing her grandfather weep made Adelaide’s heart break all over again. Her tears fell like rain.

Zander let out a silent sigh, but a faint, loving smile touched his lips.

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This little pup… she was always so stubborn, rarely crying. but once she starts, it’s a flood that no one can stop. Look at those swollen eyes–how is she going to fix that?

His gaze shifted slightly to the man standing behind her. Alpha Lance stood firm, his hands resting steadily on Adelaide’s shoulders, effectively shielding her.

Lance’s expression was calm and resolute. Across the distance, he gave Zander a slow, solemn nod–a silent promise: “Don’t worry. I’ve got her.”

The worry in Zander’s eyes finally began to fade, replaced by a sense of peace.

As long as someone was looking out for her, he could face whatever the capital threw at him. He had nothing left to fear, even death.

Eventually, Ellen and Anilo arrived with a fully–armed squad of the Royal Patrol. They had to use their shields and release waves of aura just to wedge a path through the boiling crowd. They slowly carved out a narrow lane, allowing Zander and his escort to pass through.

Under Zach’s lead, Zander began the heavy walk through the Palace gates to face Lycan Erasmus.

But before he even stepped foot inside, secret reports of the crowd’s frenzy and their chants had already reached Lycan Erasmus’s desk.

Inside the Palace study, the air was freezing.

Lycan Erasmus sat high on his throne, his brow pinched in a deep scowl.

The deafening shouts of “We trust Lycan Erasmus” and “His Majesty is merciful” felt like invisible golden chains wrapping around his throat.

Originally, his plan was simple: the moment Zander arrived, he’d have him detained.

He’d prepared a decent cell for him, of course–nothing too grimy.

That way, when the Western delegation arrived in three days, he’d have Zander as a bargaining chip to show the formidable Helia.

He could say, “Look, I’ve already locked him up,” as a show of good faith.

But now? Could he still do that?

If he tossed the people’s hero into a dungeon tonight, the capital might actually riot by morning.

A high–ranking omega announced the arrival, and the heavy doors groaned open.

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