A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 21

Third Person’s POV

Velda smirked. “I can’t mimic her meekness. But if I were to pretend to be sweet and coo…”

She crossed her arms, forced a sugary grin, and drawled, “Honey…”

She shuddered dramatically. “Ugh, goosebumps! How does she stand being so

fake?”

Ulrik shuddered too, but the act reminded him of Adelaide her gentle voice always firm, her posture straight as a wolf’s pride

flag, never bending to please.

Velda strode onto the boardwalk, her combat boots tapping sharply.

It was a pity they couldn’t keep half her assets, but with Adelaide gone, Velda would be the undisputed Luna.

She no longer had to persuade herself with the title of “secondary mate.”

Ulrik stayed behind, sitting on a lakeside bench.

The parchment he received that afternoon blazed like a laser, piercing through his mental fog.

Memories, buried by battle and ambition, surfaced slowly–ripples on the lake bringing fragments to light.

He remembered the first time he saw Adelaide at a werewolf gathering, standing by a floor–to–ceiling window, conversing with

elders.

Frostfang to court her, she sat on a leather sofa, twirling her father’s old badge. “I want a

breeders. Can you do

life to her then, his heart swelling with

preparations, the emergency orders on the day of

Adelaide at the pack

that time, his mind was filled with the incomplete bonding ceremony–he was supposed to fully mark her in the bedroom, yet all he could do was watch her figure grow smaller in the distance, the white hem of her dress

the campaign against the Northern Tribe progressed, many wolf

he stopped thinking about Adelaide, focusing instead on strategizing with

Velda shift into a massive gray wolf, her claws

female

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see Adelaide’s carefully coordinated scarves and handmade cooldes as relics of a

trenches eating compressed rations, he

in the sand,

shared her beliefs: female wolves needed no special protection–strength was its own

plans, her unwavering gaze–she was everything

safeguarded by the blood

the seven graves in Frostfang’s cemetery, bearing

to Frostfang, Adelaide walked past the

grounds bore signs of renovation. The Packhouse and the Alpha and Beta residences had all been refitted with new

those that refused to wash away, had been covered with a coat of

favors from distant clan members to help unload and organize the moving

the bustle died down, Halsey

bustling, but