A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 44

Third Person’s POV

+8 Pearls

Adelaide licked the blood from her lips and drank the last swallow of wine from the bag.

The distant smoke, mixed with the scent of blood, drifted from Frostbite Town, whose walls loomed in the dusk.

Her silver spear dragged a long blood streak on the ground. Her heartbeat matched the heavy rhythm of the wolf–head flag in the night wind.

This was just the beginning. Velda’s debts and the Western Tribes‘ hidden blades would all be settled here on the southern border.

Alpha Lance adjusted tactics with precision, leading the charge like a well–oiled machine, his golden–trimmed blade cutting through enemies.

The blade sliced through the Western Tribes‘ wolf warriors‘ armor, avoiding fatal spots to leave deep gashes around joints–a psychological tactic to overwhelm the enemy’s medical capacity.

This wasn’t mercy.

As a werewolf general with a decade of experience on the southern border, Lance understood. better than anyone: overwhelming the enemy’s medical capacity with casualties was more intimidating than direct kills.

When Dragon Ash warriors had to allocate a third of its forces to treat the wounded, it exposed a fatal weakness.

No general would ignore the wounded, as it would crush morale.

By nightfall, the battle ceased.

fell silent, crows flew past

picked up Adelaide’s

into tiny crystals. “Three hundred and seventeen

face was caked with

a thumbs–up. “Another fine

father’s wish to reclaim the

perished here. Even if she

Chapter 44

+8 Pearls

at Adelaide’s weather–beaten face. When she’d arrived, the wind had painted. her cheeks a ruddy hue, like overripe fruit, but her beauty

was hard–pressed to recognize the woman

clotted with dried blood from the battlefield, strands sticking together or pointing every which

with no patch of clean skin visible

days and looked more disheveled

used to see at the Warscar Training Camp–full of life and fire. She seemed like a

chapped lips parting

twitched. “We’re all hungry. Bear with

Adelaide said weakly, “Can’t

a record in their first

her head up, the ice shards on her

from a tendon injury, she straightened her spine like a war drum being struck, leaned on her silver spear, and strode out, her bloodied cloak trailing

a bittersweet

since she was little,

through the blockade with salted meat and