A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 63

Third Person’s POV

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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,

to support, there were also those from Alpha Lance’s

full confidence in Adelaide’s

royal guard warriors, swayed by Velda, believed Adelaide had secured her Silver

from the pack, unfit to stand alone

warriors favored Velda, except for the Ironthorn

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soldiers could feel the

how formidable she

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only recognized Ulrik and Velda, who’d

in even greater contempt, now that Alpha Lance had

shatter Adelaide’s teeth and

As the challenge’s referee, he knew his responsibility was weighty. Other

front of the Ironthorn Army, clad in armor. The setting sun

had regrown a bit, and the harsh wind had chapped his skin. Though no longer as handsome as before,

reiterated the consequences of defeat for both sides of the

parties acknowledged

unstained by blood, stood ramrod straight with

held a

Adelaide’s still–exquisite features, Velda would never have linked her to the elegantly dressed, poised

facial features, her skin and attire were a

was disheveled and dirty, her face roughened by sand and cold, a

and skin had

beauty, like

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