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.

on a leather sofa, twirling her father’s old badge.

lovers, no breeders. Can you do

her then, his

wedding preparations, the emergency orders on the day

at the pack borders, the heart–wrenching reluctance he

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 lifted by

against the Northern Tribe progressed, many wolf

his turn would come, and at that moment, he stopped thinking about Adelaide, focusing instead on

Velda shift into a massive gray wolf, her claws bared

moment, he realized female wolves could be so

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coordinated scarves and

the trenches eating compressed rations, he preferred

trace attack routes in the sand, her eyes

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

sharp analysis of battle plans, her unwavering gaze–she

life, he understood, was safeguarded by

the seven graves in

Frostfang, Adelaide walked past the

renovation. The Packhouse and the Alpha and Beta residences had

to wash away, had been covered with a

distant clan members to help

the bustle died down, Halsey and Adelaide strolled

and bustling,