A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 66

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Chapter 66

Third Person’s POV

The air buzzed with deafening cheers, but all Velda heard was a persistent droning in her head.

“I won’t accept it! I won’t accept it!”

She was well aware that she didn’t have Adelaide’s noble birth or stellar mentors.

Adelaide’s prowess stemmed from being the daughter of the Frostfang Pack’s Alpha, which naturally drew the guidance of powerful werewolves.

Velda’s defeat wasn’t just at Adelaide’s hands–it was at the mercy of their disparate backgrounds.

“Velda,” Ulrik said, grasping her hand. “Are you alright?”

“I didn’t lose,” Velda insisted, her voice trembling as tears streamed down. “If I had her advantages, I’d never be defeated.”

Ulrik fell silent for a moment, then murmured in acknowledgment.

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Lance had already risen to his feet, tossing Adelaide’s silver spear back to her. His voice, mingled with a wolf howl, boomed across the scene, “The Ironthorn Army remains under Gamma Adelaide’s command. As for Velda’s insubordination, she’ll be punished after the southern border conflict concludes.”

With those words, the outcome was sealed.

Velda spat out another mouthful of blood, her mind in turmoil.

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firm, her eyes

seeing her

mind. Instead, she locked eyes with Lance, her grip

during the duel, she’d

into fragments, the sharpest piece had been aimed at

was only under the weight of Lance’s piercing gaze that

that merely scratched Velda’s

Lance’s gaze now, Adelaide’s emotions were a tangled

was the first to rush over, clapping Adelaide

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faint smile. “Of course I

never doubted her victory

the jubilant lupine warriors. “See those folks? They used to badmouth you, but

expect Velda to be such

Army had now fully acknowledged

fixed on the battlefield, was filled with awe

into perfectly

was a masterful display of technique, a testament to

though fierce, had miraculously eased off as

dipped below the horizon, the camp’s bonfires cast a warm glow over the wolf warriors, who dispersed in

stick shattered way too easily! This

Davidson bloodline’s no joke. She’s one

Silver Claw Gamma title wasn’t handed to

were the one egging Velda on. If I hadn’t held you back, you’d be sporting a sore rear end

claimed Adelaide was out for revenge, wanting Ulrik to regret

trouble, playing the righteous

it! Want a piece

vines,

cheeks burned with shame and fury as she roughly wiped