The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 319

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Arriving at Ash Pack, I came in style. Alone, yes, but in style. I wore an elegant dress woven by the finest hands in the Lycan Kingdom, a fur cloak bearing the Lycan crest, and rode the carriage Lycannar once gifted me.

1 alighted quietly and made my way into the long meeting hall where I could already feel his presence, his energy.

He wanted an audience. I would give him one.

On my way there, the air itself felt heavy enough to melt me, and the gazes from pack members nearly did the rest.

I paused briefly in my tracks, looking up toward the window of Varyn’s chamber. There she was again, Desssyn, standing there, her eyes locked on me. I looked away before she could get more than a glance.

When I entered the hall, the guards opened the door slightly for me, and I paused in the doorway. I had expected only my brother, but the elders of Ash Pack were there too, alongside my aunt, Kostyra, and her husband, Lord Yua.

For a long moment, silence ruled the room as they all stared at me, my presence commanding their stillness. Finally, I looked toward the empty seat meant for me and walked over to sit, waiting.

“We’ve made the report, and everyone has agreed to it,” one of the elders said, placing a decree before me. “Each elder has signed, as well as your aunt. Now it’s your turn. Sign it and prepare yourself.”

I was slightly taken aback, but that changed when I read the headline.

Handover.

Quietly, I reached for the decree and read through it, my eyes scanning each line until a cold chill replaced the warmth in my spine. I went still.

Now you may wonder tppa mmhow did Varyn become the war strategist? It’s because he has what it takes. I’d surprised him in battle with the Spirit Guard, and he’d lost.

In retaliation, he decided to strike back the only way he could, by targeting my greatest strength. My most powerful advantage. Le Fey.

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Chapter 319

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Varyn Ashmere demanded back his seat as Alpha. That meant one thing. If I renounced my position, my Spirit Guard would vanish into thin air.

That was what happened to my father’s sword, and to every ancestor who bore a Spirit Guard. The moment they ceased to be Alpha, their guardians ceased to exist.

And now, in the long history of Ash Pack, no Alpha had ever been dethroned except by death, until now, in my reign.

I was the first–ever Female Alpha, and now it seemed I would also be the first to be impeached before my time.

Looking up from the decree, I fixed my gaze on my brother. He stood ahead, arms folded, his expression resolute. His decision was final.

Once my Spirit Guard was gone, he would launch his next attack. I could already imagine the horror that would follow.

Looking back down, I swallowed hard. The seat originally belonged to Varyn. I wouldn’t fight him for it. I picked up the quill, signed my name across the decree, and rose to leave. But before I could, my aunt’s voice rang out.

“When will you come for the rituals? Since it seems you’ve been living as a mistress in the Lycan Kingdom.”

Her words cut through me, sharp and deliberate. But even then, I remembered Lycannar’s words from this morning. They gave me the strength to smile. I turned to my aunt, who looked surprised that I could even do so.

“Lycannar and I are getting married at the end of this week, after the full moon,” I said softly, yet firmly. “I’ll officially be his wife and Queen. You don’t need to worry about me living as a mistress, Aunt. But thank you for your concern.”

I turned to leave but then a word was whispered. Low, venomous, crawling into my ear.

“Traitor.”

I froze mid–step. That word. From Varyn.

And just when I wanted to walk away peacefully.

Turning slowly, I met his smirk.

“Traitor? Really?” I asked, and he frowned. “Oh, please, Varyn. You know who I saw you with on the battlefield? Railan, Lord Osmir’s son. The same Railan who killed our mother. You fight

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