A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 747

Chapter 747

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Unlike the commoners, Ulrik didn’t dare show his face during the day. He was terrified of being torn apart by the public’s insults.

He only felt safe enough to crawl out of his hole and stand guard here under the cover of darkness.

He had been pacing the entrance for over an hour, wrestling with the urge to go inside and apologize to Alpha Zande

But every time his fingers brushed the heavy oak door, he flinched back like he’d been electrocuted.

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When Lance and Adelaide’s carriage pulled up, he instinctively backed away, retreating deeper into the shadows of the corner.

The urge to hide was primal; by now, he was essentially public enemy number one.

He knew the so–called “glory” he’d claimed at the border was now coming back to haunt him with a

vengeance.

Strangely, the public backlash made him feel more at peace. It saved him from having to explain the filthy political deals he’d made.

If he took the punishment he deserved, maybe his conscience wouldn’t weigh so heavy.

Lance stepped out of the carriage first, then reached back with a gentle hand to help Adelaide down.

From the darkness, Ulrik’s eyes drifted uncontrollably to their joined hands, and his wolf released a sharp, bitter scent of jealousy.

Tonight, Adelaide wasn’t wearing her intimidating military uniform.

She wore a midnight–blue velvet gown, with a tight–laced corset that perfectly accentuated her poise.

The heavy skirt was hand–embroidered with silver thread and tiny pearls, creating a pattern of flowing moonlight and stars that shimmered under the dim lamps. It looked as if she had draped the winter night sky over her shoulders.

Over the dress, she wore a heavy black wool cloak lined with blood–red velvet.

As the night wind howled past, it caught the hem of the gloak, revealing that flash of scarlet–a sudden burst of heat in the dark, like a flickering flame.

The last few times Ulrik had seen her, she had been a soldier. Seeing her back in a gown only highlighted how breathtaking she really was.

Her eyes were slightly rimmed with red, giving her an air of heartbreaking vulnerability.

Ulrik looked away immediately, as if the sight had physically burned him.

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He prayed the streetlights weren’t bright enough to reveal him, hoping they were too caught up in their reunion to notice him lurking in the corner like a rat.

He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Lance’s handsome, arrogant face–he didn’t want to see how well they fit together, or how much they looked like a true fated mate.

Since he acted like he wasn’t there, Lance and Adelaide returned the favor and ignored him completely.

The Royal Sentry at the gate opened the doors with a respectful bow, and the couple walked inside under the complex gaze of the guards.

Because Alf had passed along the message, Alpha Zander had been waiting in the living room since dinner.

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The doors and windows were shut tight, and a roaring fire chased away the winter chill.

Finally, the familiar sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Zander snapped his head up as the lamplight hit the doorway. Seeing her face, the knot of anxiety in his chest finally loosened.

Zander didn’t care if people thought they were a “power couple.” As a grandfather nearing the end of his road, his only concern was whether Lance actually cherished his granddaughter.

Back at the border, their letters had been strictly about the war and the political mess in the capital. Adelaide rarely talked about her personal life, and when she did, she kept it brief.

Zander had heard that Lance treated her well, and he’d seen a glimpse of it at the city gates.

But seeing them walk in now, fingers tightly interlaced–seeing the raw Alpha protectiveness and devotion in Lance’s eyes–Zander knew. Lance loved and respected Adelaide more than his own life.

Lance and Adelaide walked to the center of the room and dropped to one knee, offering Zander the highest mark of respect.

“Grandfather…”

Adelaide called out his name, her voice cracking before she could say another word.

She pressed her forehead against the cold floor, her shoulder’s shaking violently.

She was fighting to keep her composure, desperate to shove her tears back.

She didn’t want him to see her weak; she didn’t want to add to his worties.

Right now, her grandfather didn’t need a crying girl. He needed a steel–willed Gamma and the Luna of the Blackthorns.

Alpha Zander watched her in silence. He knew she was crying; those trembling shoulders reminded him of a wounded pup.

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