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, their

come to support,

latter had full confidence in Adelaide’s

believed Adelaide had secured

she–wolf nearly exiled from the

of the supporting wolf warriors favored Velda, except

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feel the sharpness of her

how

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only recognized Ulrik and Velda, who’d

about Adelaide, they held her in even

Velda would shatter Adelaide’s teeth and tear off her mask of

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

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

wind had chapped his skin. Though no longer as handsome as before, his majesty

front of all the wolf warriors present, Lance reiterated the consequences of defeat for both sides of the

parties acknowledged them,

still unstained by blood,

eyed Adelaide, who held

would never have linked her to the elegantly dressed, poised Luna they’d

her skin and attire

her face roughened by sand and

beauty and skin had never made Velda

delicate beauty, like

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