A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 59

Third Person’s POV

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In this chaotic situation, how could they even consider reclaiming the southern border?

It seemed they were just handing the battlefield over to the Dragon Ash Kingdom’s wolves.

Halbert’s pheromones, mixed with anxiety, said, “They’ve already started inciting some wolf generals from the reinforcement troops to confront Alpha Lance.”

Adelaide stroked her wolf–head pendant, her silver–blue pheromones as steady as frozen tundra. “Let them be. Lance won’t tolerate morale–sapping. Moreover, the Western Tribes‘ claws are already near Darkclaw Town.”

“Are we just going to swallow this humiliation?” Paisley’s whip cracked in her palm, the crimson flame emblem on her pauldrons flaring with anger.

“Shall I rip out Velda’s tongue? She’s merely an Iron Claw, low–born. I don’t fear her.”

Adelaide raised an eyebrow. “Velda outranks you now. Disrespecting an officer has consequences. Feel free to test it. Don’t forget, you’re a wolf warrior now.”

Paisley snorted, “If I weren’t a wolf warrior, I’d pay no heed to her rank. I tell you, once the southern border is reclaimed, I won’t be a warrior anymore. Even if I were offered a general’s post, I wouldn’t want it.”

That night, as expected, trouble brewed.

Velda’s cousin, Brock Freeman, led dozens of wolves toward Lance’s tent.

Lance, furious, ordered the ringleaders dragged out and flagged thirty times. He issued a military decree–Any wolf who disobeys Adelaide could challenge her. If they lasted five minutes, their sins would be forgiven.

If not, it was back to drills. Those who neither challenged nor trained would face military justice.

reluctant but vocal dissenters

Ellen, an Iron Claw with notable combat

training session,

I seek no pardon. If you

trained

ioined the roval wolf army at fifteen and

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him, Lance’s decree was

Five minutes? Ridiculous!

with Alpha Bentley as her father, Adelaide couldn’t work that kind

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15,000 soldiers of the Ironthorn Army roared, “Ellen,

in his

silence, sneered, “Too cowardly to

the snow, her moonstone headband

her gaze as cold as

to you, I pledge

“Bravo!”

her place, leveraging your family’s merits to climb over our wolf

“Ellen, we’re with you.”

Adelaide, “Gamma Adelaide, do

gripping her silver spear tightly, “Very well,

brimmed with contempt, “Don’t say I’m bullying you, Gamma Adelaide.

Adelaide smiled faintly, the blood–red mole beneath her eye

the wolf hairs at her nape and said,