A Female Alpha’s Revenge (Adelaide) novel Chapter 870

Chapter 870

Chapter 870

Third Person’s POV

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According to the tradition of the two great werewolf tribes, she should have been brought before Lucian’s tomb to be executed.

As long as she could stall until they set foot on the road back to the capital, she firmly believed she still had a chance to wait for Ulrik to come and save her.

But at this moment, she couldn’t help but think of another cruel possibility.

From the Northern Kingdom all the way to Snowdeer Town, Ulrik hadn’t even dispatched a single scout.

“It was Zander! He was the one who gave the order!”

Velda completely panicked, screaming at the top of her lungs, “I was just executing his orders! Go tell Helia to go directly to Zander! I really am just a scapegoat… I was just pushed out by them to take the fall! You’ve been deceived! I swear! All of you have been completely played by Zander!”

Thalia pressed her lips tightly together, a mocking sneer surfacing on her face.

She couldn’t even be bothered to refute her mad ravings. Turning around, she slowly walked toward the dungeon exit.

Velda stared at the receding sphere of light. As Thalia left, the surrounding darkness–like a giant beast lurking in the shadows- surged back frantically from all directions.

That thick blackness mercilessly swallowed her battered body inch by inch, like a massive vortex.

An icy chill seeped deep into her bones, making her teeth chatter violently from the cold.

“No… come back! Stop and listen to me! I was just a lowly officer at the time. Without orders from a superior, how could I have possibly done those things? I was used by them too! I was pushed out by Zander to take the blame!”

The ball of light grew dimmer and dimmer until it finally disappeared completely around the corner of the corridor.

In the dead silence deep within the dungeon, there remained only the muffled creak of the heavy, long–unused rusted iron door pulling shut.

The last sliver of hope was completely extinguished; the darkness swallowed her whole.

Velda lay prone in the putrid muddy water, a shrill, desolate howl ripping from her throat.

“No-! Don’t go! Come back here!”

No one answered her.

The surroundings plunged once again into a maddening, deathly silence.

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in the deepest part of this hidden cell, only her own heartbeat remained. Driven by sheer terror, her heart pounded against her ribs like a war drum, vibrating so hard her eardrums went numb.

Thalia walked toward Celeste and Sybil, who were standing guard outside.

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Chapter 870

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Sybil wasn’t wearing heavy shackles at this moment, but the heavily armed guards surrounding her made her perfectly clear about

what fate awaited her.

Yet there wasn’t a trace of fear in her eyes when it came to death. As long as she could witness Velda being brutally tortured and killed by those angry villagers with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have a single complaint even if she were executed immediately.

“I’ve already told her the verdict. She is cowering in the corner shivering right now,” Thalia said lightly to Celeste, her gaze sweeping over Sybil’s pale face.

Celeste snorted coldly, her tone devoid of any sympathy.

“Letting her taste the fear of death shrouding her before true destruction falls is good. It’s the exact retribution she deserves.”

“As long as Velda dies, I will willingly end my own life.”

Sybil took a deep breath, scalding tears bursting from her reddened eyes.

Celeste turned to look at her, brows tightly furrowed, her eyes full of disappointment.

“Sybil, you didn’t have to push things this far! No matter the outcome of the negotiations, Helia would have definitely demanded Velda be brought back. But you lost your mind and hoped the two tribes would go to war!”

Sybil aggressively wiped the tears from her face, her tone still stubborn.

“I don’t regret it. Even if the Moon Goddess gave me another chance to choose, for the sake of avenging prince Lucian, I would do it again without a second thought,”

A flash of annoyance crossed Thalia’s eyes.

“How can you still say such a thing? Since you don’t think you did anything wrong at all, why did you kneel before Princess Helia this afternoon and cry about regretting your actions?”

The night wind whipped the loose strands of hair across Sybil’s forehead in all directions.

Her eyes and the tip of her nose were red from the cold, but deep within her gaze, which was fixed on the ground, lay a sea of resentment and unwillingness.

“I just didn’t want Princess Helia to be heartbroken over me. In my heart, I have always respected her like a god. But I don’t understand her! The crown prince was her own blood brother, the future of the Western Tribe! How could the give up avenging him just for the sake of weighing political interests? Does his life really not matter to her? To get revenge, so what if we launch a full- scale attack on the Northern Kingdom? As long as Helia issued the call, those bullied civilians on the border wouldn’t even need to be conscripted; they would absolutely put on uniforms and fight without looking back!”

Hearing this impassioned interrogation, Celeste didn’t get angry, but instead fired back at her, “Setting aside whether the civilians are really as willing to march to their deaths as you think… Even if every single soldier was willing to go to the battlefield, what exactly was your plan? Were you going to release the top–secret files–showing that the crown prince was abused and ultimately committed suicide in humiliation–to the public?”

“Helia classified this incident as top secret strictly to protect the crown prince’s dignity in death! Right now, everyone believes the crown prince died heroically on the front lines fighting the enemy. He is currently a hero engraved on the monument in the Moon Goddess Temple, bearing a noble military record. And then what? Are you preparing to go out right now and tell the whole world. that he actually never accomplished anything—that he was taken prisoner, humiliated like a dog by the enemy, and then killed

himself?”