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.

decree spurred some reluctant but vocal dissenters

was Ellen, an Iron Claw with notable combat

Adelaide’s next outdoor training

you. If I last five minutes, I’ll accept my punishment. But I seek no pardon. If you defeat me, I’ll acknowledge

having trained

roval wolf army at fifteen and never

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him, Lance’s decree was a

Five minutes? Ridiculous!

father, Adelaide couldn’t work that

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in thunderous applause. The 15,000 soldiers of the Ironthorn Army roared,

general in his early thirties, his face etched

seeing her silence, sneered,

the snow, her moonstone headband fluttering in the

gaze as cold as ice, “Just

I fall to you,

“Bravo!”

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

“Ellen, we’re with you.”

coolly addressed Adelaide, “Gamma Adelaide,

Army, gripping her silver spear tightly, “Very well, let’s

contempt, “Don’t say I’m bullying you, Gamma Adelaide. I’ll let you

the blood–red

the wolf hairs at her nape and said, “If you can stand