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.

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

breeders. Can you

then, his heart swelling

preparations, the emergency orders on the day of their

pack borders, the heart–wrenching reluctance he still vividly

the bedroom, yet all he could do was watch her figure grow smaller in the distance, the white

Northern Tribe progressed,

at that moment, he stopped thinking about Adelaide, focusing instead on strategizing with Velda and the wolf warriors

witnessed Velda shift into a massive gray wolf, her

he realized female wolves

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scarves and

he preferred listening to

in the sand, her

Velda when she shared her beliefs: female wolves needed

sharp analysis of battle plans, her unwavering gaze–she was

safeguarded by the blood of wolf

seven graves in Frostfang’s cemetery,

Frostfang, Adelaide walked past

renovation. The Packhouse and the Alpha and Beta residences had all been refitted with new doors, erasing

on the walls, those that refused to wash away, had been covered with

from distant clan members

the bustle died down, Halsey and Adelaide strolled

lively and bustling, but now