A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 811

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Chapter 811

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Doug bowed respectfully to Zander, but Cyrus suddenly turned on his heel and stepped back out into the wind and snow.

Everyone in the room froze.

Just as Lance was about to chase after him, Cyrus pushed the door open and walked back in.

He fonced a stiff, awkward smile, his voice thick with emotion and a heavy nasal tone.

“Forgive me, Alpha Zander. Oh Moon Goddess… I just got… a little too overwhelmed.”

Hearing this, Adelaide stood up immediately.

She led Lisa and Melinda in a polite bow to the men and quietly exited the room.

She knew Cyrus, that stubborn old wolf, was fighting to maintain his last shred of dignity; he didn’t want to break down and sob in front of the she–wolves.

She pulled the door shut softly behind her.

About half an hour later, Lance stepped out of the study.

Adelaide was standing by the fireplace, poking at the burning logs with iron tongs.

Sensing his scent, she straightened up and raised an eyebrow.

“Hey. Why aren’t you in there reminiscing with them?”

Lance’s brow was furrowed, and his wolf eyes looked dimmer than usual.

“They’re talking about things from decades ago. Bloody battlefields and dead brothers–in–arms. I felt like an outsider sitting there. I didn’t want to ruin the mood, so I made an excuse to duck out and order some hot honey wine and roast meat for them.”

“Then why do you look like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders?”

Adelaide reached out, using her thumb to gently smooth the crease between his brows.

Lance caught her wrist and held it.

“I’m not unhappy. It’s just… damn, listening to them talk about those years, my wolf feels like it’s been hit with a ton of bricks. Doug and Cyrus are living out their golden years in peace. But Alpha Zander? He’s different.”

“When he looks back, all he sees are the bones of his kin. Every step he took forward was accompanied by another body from the Doyles. It’s brutal.”

Adelaide went silent. She understood that feeling perfectly.

Lance had survived countless slaughters; he knew better than anyone what war cost a soldier.

The Doyles and the Frostfang Pack had earned the nation’s most glittering military honors, but their hearts were etched with the

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agony of loss.

“Hell, I shouldn’t be dumping this on you,” Lance said, cutting himself off.

He realized his dark mood was rubbing off on her. “I’m sorry. My mistake.”

Adelaide leaned into his broad chest.

His heartbeat was steady and powerful, drumming against her ear like a war tom–tom.

She thought back to those long, black nights on the frozen wilderness when she had fought tooth and claw against the enemy.

“Listen, Lance,” she said softly but firmly.

“On the battlefield, we only have one thought: hold the ground and protect the pack behind us. In those moments, life and death stop mattering.”

She paused for a second.

“One day, all our souls will return to the Moon Goddess. I don’t think my father, my mother, or any of the Frostfangs had a single regret or a moment of fear when they fell.”

Lance was quiet for a long time.

Then, he tightened his arms around her.

“You’re right. Choosing the battlefield means choosing your fate. they died without regrets.”

He cupped her face, his eyes shining with a solemn promise.

“And neither will we.”

They leaned against each other for a long time, the firelight casting a warm halo around them.

As they looked into each other’s eyes, there wasn’t a trace of fear to be found–only the grit of survivors.

The road ahead might be harsher than a wilderness blizzard, but as long as they had each other, they could take on anything.

Doug and Cyrus stayed for dinner at the Blackthorn estate.

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