A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 64

Third Person’s POV

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Adelaide caught the wooden stick and flipped it back to Lance with a meaningful glance.

“Understood!” she said firmly, fully grasping Lance’s intention.-

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Werewolf duels were brutal. The hatred between Adelaide and Velda was like a ticking time bomb. One misstep, and Adelaide’s silver spear could easily end up in Velda’s throat.

Velda felt humiliated and sneered, “Using a wooden stick? Very well. Since you’re so confident, don’t blame me for not holding back.”

If she were more magnanimous, she’d have replaced her sword with a wooden stick too.

But defeat wasn’t an option–it would cost her too much.

This was where she and Adelaide differed, a class inequality from the start.

And so, fighting a wooden stick with a sword was justified.

The sunset painted the sky red, and the bonfires were lit. The fires burned bright but not harsh, casting enough light to clearly see the two women standing in the center.

Many anticipated a top–notch duel with dazzling back–and–forth moves.

Some hoped to see Velda thrash Adelaide, reducing her to her knees begging for mercy, and then claiming command of the Ironthorn Army.

Ulrik, too, felt his nerves tighten.

Bloodmoon Pack and her duel with Ellen, both showing she was a strong

Velda mustn’t

rewards for her bravery

calm!”

with fiery red fur, her pupils

extended her wolf claws, grabbed a rock, and hurled

rock mid–air

fiery madwolf!” Ulrik’s fangs bit into his lip, his warning growl mixing with

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irritated but had no time to deal with it now. He had to

all eyes

chanted, “Velda, defeat her! Show

“Go, Velda!”

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wave of blood–red pheromones, revealing the Bloodmoon Pack’s thorned totem on her

both hands on her sword,

style was purely pragmatic, all brute

at Adelaide with incredible speed.

or right hand, or her chest or

so fast that none of the watching wolf soldiers

dodge. She gripped the wooden stick with both

sword struck the

with blinding speed and immense force.

showing no damage at all. There was a loud “clang,” and Velda felt a

of pheromones left the lower–rank wolves

began receding–a rare “bloodline submission”

She looked into Adelaide’s deep eyes and