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.

the Bloodmoon Pack and her duel with Ellen, both showing

knew Velda mustn’t

would mean no rewards for her bravery on the southern

stay calm!” Ulrik

fiery red fur,

wolf claws, grabbed

rock mid–air

into his

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

“Begin!“, all eyes turned

“Velda, defeat her! Show no

“Go, Velda!”

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

both hands on her sword, she swung at

pragmatic, all

incredible speed. Adelaide couldn’t dodge it no

left or right hand,

of the watching wolf soldiers could

gripped the wooden

sword struck the

the stick with blinding speed and immense

instant, it was as solid as iron, showing no damage at all. There was a loud “clang,” and Velda felt a

pheromones left the

fangs began receding–a rare

a beat. She looked into Adelaide’s deep eyes and saw the stick in her hand was unscratched.