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

up Adelaide’s wolf–head pendant

into tiny crystals. “Three hundred and seventeen confirmed kills–the Warscar Training Camp should erect a statue for

face was caked

her a thumbs–up. “Another

she cared little for merit–it was her father’s wish to reclaim the southern border

if she was the sole survivor of her

Chapter 44

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she’d arrived, the wind had painted. her cheeks a ruddy

was hard–pressed to recognize the

clotted with dried blood from the battlefield, strands sticking together

torn and bloodied, with no patch of clean skin visible beneath the grime

in days and looked more disheveled than a street

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

her chapped lips

facial hair twitched. “We’re all hungry.

Adelaide said weakly, “Can’t even stand

kingdom, no general has achieved such a record in their first battle.

words, Adelaide snapped her head up, the ice shards on her ears

from a tendon injury, she straightened her spine like a war drum being struck, leaned on her silver

a bittersweet smile

known her since

broke through the blockade with salted meat and moon grass wine, Alpha