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.

a leather sofa, twirling her father’s old badge. “I want a

breeders. Can you do

then, his

emergency orders on the

said goodbye to Adelaide at the pack borders, the heart–wrenching reluctance he still vividly

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

campaign against the Northern Tribe

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

into a massive gray wolf,

he realized female wolves could be so

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coordinated scarves and handmade cooldes as relics

trenches eating compressed rations, he preferred listening to

in the sand, her

female wolves needed

battle plans, her unwavering gaze–she was everything Adelaide

was safeguarded by the blood of

the seven graves in

Frostfang, Adelaide walked past

of renovation. The Packhouse and the Alpha and Beta residences had all

that refused to wash away, had been

from distant clan members to help unload and organize the

the bustle died down, Halsey

be lively and bustling, but now