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

lovers, no breeders. Can you

then,

emergency orders on the day of

to Adelaide at the pack borders, the heart–wrenching reluctance

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 the airflow, like

the Northern

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

witnessed Velda shift into a massive gray wolf, her claws bared against the

he realized female wolves could be

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began to see Adelaide’s carefully coordinated scarves and

eating compressed rations, he

in the sand,

when she shared her beliefs: female wolves needed no special protection–strength was

of battle plans, her unwavering gaze–she was everything

was safeguarded by

graves in Frostfang’s cemetery,

Adelaide walked

bore signs of renovation. The Packhouse and the Alpha and Beta residences had all been refitted with new doors, erasing all traces of blood and claw

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

distant clan members

Halsey

and bustling, but now it was eerily