A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 785

Chapter 785

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The Northern officials were willing to offer formal apologies, gold, and mineral resources for the Snowdeer Town massacre. However, their primary goal was to secure a chance for a fair hearing rather than facing the tens of thousands of Western troops currently massed at the

border.

The Western diplomats distributed the parchment dossiers regarding the Snowdeer Town

incident.

Included were numerous gruesome eyewitness accounts–the truth as reconstructed by the Western soldiers who had been captured alongside the Crown Prince and later managed to

escape.

The civilians of Snowdeer Town had not been entirely wiped out; survivors hiding in cellars and snow pits had witnessed the hellish slaughter firsthand.

In these documents, the identity of the late Crown Prince was scrubbed, using the alias “Rowan” instead.

But Lance and Elias knew the truth: “Rowan” was actually Crown Prince Lucian.

As Lance and his team read through the gut–wrenching testimonies, their expressions shifted. A heavy weight seemed to settle in the room.

Up until now, their own inquisitors had interrogated Velda and Brock Freeman countless times, forcing them to recount the details of the raid.

However, it was glaringly obvious that those two had omitted the most depraved parts of the

story.

The reports detailed how the Northern soldiers had systematically tortured innocent pups and she–wolves to force Rowan out of hiding. Worse, they detailed the agonizing treatment Rowan endured once he was captured.

Helia signaled to Julia, who handed a separate copy of the dossier to Cyrus in the observer’s gallery.

Simultaneously, at Lance’s nod, the Northern officials began distributing the top–secret investigation files on the Frostfang massacre.

The annihilation of the Frostfangs was inextricably linked to the tension at the Bloodscar border. Lance had no intention of letting this bloody debt go unmentioned at the negotiating table.

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A deathly silence fell over the hall, broken only by the dry rustle of turning pages.

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Helia had managed the affairs of the Western Tribe for years; she had climbed to the core of power and was by no means a soft–hearted she–wolf.

Yet, as she read the details of the Frostfang massacre, her eyes welled with tears.

What struck her most was the tragedy of it: every Alpha and beta capable of fighting in the Frostfang Pack had already died on the battlefield defending the border.

Those left behind were the frail, the elderly, widowed she–wolves, nursing pups, and low- ranking omegas.

The crime scene reports were horrific. Every victim had been hacked to death with savage brutality. Pups were mutilated beyond recognition, and the blood had soaked so deep it stained the very soil of the estate.

Damian skimmed the Northern files. When his eyes hit the line “every corpse bore one hundred and eight stab wounds,” he snapped his head up. A vicious, dark glint flashed in his beast eyes as he let out a cold, mocking sneer.

“Why exactly one hundred and eight wounds? You should know better than anyone! When Rowan died, his body had exactly one hundred and eight gashes! Every single cut represents the humiliation your people inflicted on him!”

The translator began to relay the words with a trembling voice, but translation was barely necessary; Lance and his team understood perfectly.

Lance slowly lifted his gaze.

“Lycan Gamma Damian, your words are chilling. We have never shielded Velda. Are you suggesting you intend to shield the criminals who slaughtered the Frostfangs? If you truly want ‘blood for blood,‘ then those one hundred and eight cuts belong on Velda–not on a group of innocent pups and she–wolves!”

Lance leaned forward, his Alpha aura grinding down without mercy.

“Your comments make me wonder if you’re sitting here to get justice for dead civilians, or if you’re just trying to satisfy your own twisted bloodlust!”

Damian’s wolf turned frantic and aggressive.

He barked back defiantly, “The Frostfangs weren’t just some random border peasants! Even if they were non–combatants, they carried noble blood!”

“So what?” Lance slammed his hand on the table the sound echoing like a gunshot.

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