A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 63

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Her words stirred a warm feeling in Ulrik’s heart.

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Velda wasn’t just any she–wolf; she was a Gamma who commanded troops in battle and a hero who’d signed the Bloodscar Border treaty.

Her willingness to contribute to family and pack was truly touching.

When she said she’d even cook for the pack members for him, it was no wonder Ulrik felt his chest warm and his past disappointments in her fade away.

The challenge was scheduled for dusk. Lance only sent Tommy to inform Adelaide.

As Adelaide watched the wolf warriors train, she nodded slightly at Tommy’s message. “Hmm, noted.”

Soon, the entire werewolf army knew about this challenge.

After training, Paisley and the others sought out Adelaide.

Each patted her shoulder, sparing with just two words, “Beat her.”

Adelaide smiled at them.

Beating Velda would be tough–not because of killing her, but because of the struggle and the need for immense self–control.

A streak of sunset couldn’t dispel the border’s cold.

In the wilderness, 15,000 Ironthorn Army soldiers stood in formation to the east.

wolf warriors curious about the challenge packed the other areas, their

who’d come to support, there

had full confidence in Adelaide’s

Velda, believed Adelaide had secured her Silver Claw Gamma

nearly exiled from the pack, unfit to stand alone on

wolf warriors favored Velda, except for the Ironthorn Army, which had accepted

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soldiers could feel the sharpness of

how formidable

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They only recognized Ulrik and

held her in even greater contempt,

would shatter Adelaide’s teeth and tear off her

expression stern. As the challenge’s referee, he knew his responsibility was weighty. Other generals were also nearby,

sun cast its rays on his dulled gold armor, highlighting

the harsh wind had chapped his skin. Though no longer as handsome

Lance reiterated

parties acknowledged them, Lance

unstained by blood, stood ramrod straight with bold

eyed Adelaide, who held a

never have linked her to the elegantly dressed, poised Luna

features, her skin

hair was disheveled and dirty, her face roughened by sand and

had

despised that kind of delicate beauty, like a glass doll, fragile and

as Velda’s voice carried over, “Adelaide, do you really think stepping onto the battlefield will make you better than me? You’re not just foolish. In a way, you’re shrewdly cunning. You know how to exploit your father’s connections to elevate yourself to a position you could never