A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 770

Chapter 770

Third Person’s POV

‘Alpha Damian,” Lance’s voice was low and melodic, yet it carried a chill that could freeze blood.

‘We met on the battlefield many years ago. Do you remember?”

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While Lance wasn’t as massive or rugged as Damian–who was built like a grizzly bear–the sheer, dominant pressure radiating ‘rom his body was far more potent.

Under this display of rank–based suppression, Damian’s wolf instinctively recoiled.

He was forced to retract his wandering gaze and turn his head, offering Lance a strained, tight smile.

Just moments ago, while speaking with his aide Silas, Damian had used only the language of the Western Tribe, feigning an arrogant inability to understand the capital’s dialect.

But now, under Lance’s direct pressure, he spoke in near–perfect, standard capital tongue.

‘How could I forget?” Damian let out a dry, forced chuckle.

‘It’s been years, Alpha Lance. You’re certainly not that pup on the battlefield whose fangs hadn’t even finished growing.”

.ance narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flickering within them. The weight of his presence remained locked firmly on Damian’s

hroat.

‘Since you know I’m no longer that young wolf… then did you stare so maliciously at my mate because you think my fangs have ‘usted? Do you think I’m someone you can just provoke?”

A flash of annoyance crossed Damian’s eyes.

According to the unspoken agreement between the two nations, tonight was supposed to be a peaceful “feeling out” dinner. Any blood or thunder was meant to stay on the negotiation table tomorrow.

For Alpha Lance to so brazenly release his pheromones as a threat over a she–wolf was, in Damian’s mind, peak arrogance.

Damian turned his head toward Lycan Erasmus, trying to signal the ruler to reel in his undisciplined brother.

However, Lycan Erasmus seemed completely oblivious to the aura clash happening below him.

He chose that exact moment to look away, raising his glass toward Princess Helia and praising loudly.

“I’ve heard many rumors about Lycan King Orion. They say he proved his Alpha bloodline on the battlefield at the age of sixteen. Leading a pack at such a young age… that’s true grit. Quite admirable.”

Helia raised her glass gracefully, returning the flawless political banter with a smile.

“You flatter him, Lycan Erasmus. We’ve also heard that before you took the throne, you fought alongside Alpha Bentley on the front lines without a single defeat. That record of supreme glory is what truly commands our respect.”

It was a classic performance–two sides wearing masks and blowing smoke.

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Chapter 770

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Every high–ranking wolf in the room knew the reality: while Orion was brutal and war–hungry, he hadn’t actually achieved any decisive, legendary victories back then.

And the only reason Lycan Erasmus was “undefeated” was because he had a once–in–a–century war god like Alpha Bentley to take all the hits for him during a period where no massive–scale wars had actually broken out.

The flattery was hypocritical to the core.

Damian, seeing that Lycan Erasmus was ignoring him and that Lance wasn’t letting up on the Alpha pheromones, felt his wolf begin to growl irritably.

He wanted nothing more than to flip the damn table and tear into the blood debt of the Bloodscar border right here and now.

Just as Damian’s eyes began to glow with a fire that signaled an impending shift, Lance suddenly spoke up in a casual, offhand

tone.

“I heard Commander Pierce was seriously injured recently. How is his recovery coming along?”

Damian forced his hostility back down, answering stiffly, “Thank you for the concern, Alpha Lance. He’s mostly recovered.”

“Is that so?” Lance swirled the wine in his goblet.

“What a shame. I thought General Pierce would be leading the delegation himself this time.”

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