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.

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

lovers, no breeders. Can

his life to her then, his

emergency orders on the day of their

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

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 a silver wolf eager to spread its

campaign against the Northern

thinking about Adelaide, focusing instead on strategizing with Velda

a massive gray wolf, her claws bared against the Northern Tribe’s

moment, he realized female wolves

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to see Adelaide’s carefully coordinated scarves and handmade cooldes as

eating compressed rations, he preferred

routes in the sand,

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

her sharp analysis of battle plans, her unwavering

noble life, he understood, was safeguarded

graves in Frostfang’s cemetery, bearing Adelaide’s

to Frostfang, Adelaide walked past

renovation. The Packhouse and the Alpha and Beta residences had all been refitted

refused to wash

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

died down, Halsey and Adelaide

lively and bustling,