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.

recalled Adelaide’s fighting skills from their battle in the Bloodmoon Pack and her duel

knew Velda mustn’t

rewards for her bravery on the southern border and

stay calm!” Ulrik

flared crimson with fiery red fur, her pupils narrowing

wolf claws, grabbed a rock, and

the rock mid–air with his claws and

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

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but had no time to deal with it now. He

all eyes

crowd chanted, “Velda, defeat her!

“Go, Velda!”

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

hands on her

style was purely pragmatic,

swung her sword at Adelaide with incredible

hand,

so fast that none of the watching wolf soldiers

gripped the wooden stick

struck the

with blinding speed and immense force. The

that instant, it was as solid as iron, showing no damage at all. There was a loud “clang,” and Velda felt a jolt in her tiger mouth and wrist, almost making her drop

collision of pheromones left

rare “bloodline submission” in werewolf

beat. She looked into Adelaide’s deep eyes and saw the stick in