A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 49

Third Person’s POV

Dragon Ash’s soldiers had seized many civilian homes. When the Western Tribes army arrived, lacking accommodation, they’d driven residents from their houses.

Alpha Lance now decreed that all civilians could return home.

Werewolf warriors without shelter were to camp on open ground.

After this battle, Adelaide’s fame soared.

Adelaide had distinguished herself in previous battles, but her latest feat–holding the supply depot with three thousand men and ensuring everyone ate meat–eclipsed her prior achievements in the soldiers‘ eyes.

The successful expulsion of the enemy from Frostbite Town was largely due to Alpha Lance capturing Victor from the Dragon Ash Wolf Kingdom.

Lance’s informant in Frostbite Town had uncovered the tension between Victor and Solanke, which Lance exploited to capture Victor.

The Western Tribes sought Victor’s execution, while the Dragon Ash Kingdom opted to retreat.

This internal discord provided Lance’s warband with a critical opportunity. The next day, after honoring the fallen wolf warriors, Alpha Lance convened a meeting.

The next day, after burying their fallen, Alpha Lance convened a meeting.

“We took Frostbite Town because Solanke and Victor’s conflict gave us an edge. Post–battle, they’ll unite and reorganize. This hasty defeat is a deep shame to them.

resupply will take time. Darkclaw Town’s limited supplies make them hesitant to strike. We can await reinforcements for the final

may

frowned at Abbot’s

on Ulrik’s slow advance but glanced

her merit here, and he wouldn’t slight

met his gaze but stayed

should be left

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said, “Adelaide, bathe and change.

pupils glinted amber in the firelight

met his gaze, her wolf–claw nails

gunpowder scents filled the air. “Disperse

the

in the cold required copious hot water,

spartan camp at Tower City, even drinking water

was assigned a penitent Omega, Cynthia, a forty–something woman reeking of

for shattering a vase in a business dispute, left her competitor a fool

entered, a cracked rose–scented soap hidden under her apron. She said, “You can finally freshen

a bathtub, and even assisted with washing her hair- a task that

the soap’s best efforts, Adelaide’s hair

face, once washed, revealed delicate features though her skin lacked

smoothness,

were red and nearly raw, finally cleansing