A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 67

Adelaide’s POV

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Angela hurriedly rushed over, grabbing Paisley’s waist from behind and tugging her back. Her wolf cars, pressed tightly against her scalp, betrayed her anxiety.

“She’s a general. As Iron Claw warriors, we can’t attack our superior. Alpha Lance is strict, and we still have to fight alongside Adelaide.”

Paisley was fuming, her wolf fur bristling like steel wires.

Her claws nearly shredded the crimson Flame Pack emblem on her belt. “Let me go! What kind of lousy officer is she? I don’t care about Alpha Lance. I’ll defecate on her face!”

Velda’s pheromones surged, her voice trembling with a wolf howl. “How dare you!”

I was both amused and irritated. Snatching the sulfur–reeking whip from Paisley’s hand–a signature weapon of the Crimson Flame Pack that could produce sonic booms when swung–I casually tossed it at her feet.

“Go back. I need to talk to her.”

Paisley lashed out at the icy ground with her whip.

Her strength split the frozen soil, creating a blue–glowing crack that stretched all the way to the bonfire stand, sending pine logs clattering noisily.

“You better scold her to death. Otherwise, I’ll be back to finish the job.”

She stormed off.

warriors had mostly dispersed, leaving only a few stragglers in the distance, Ulrik approached Velda. The frost–wolf insignia on his

Velda said.

leaping flames, my tone icy. “Are you flattering yourselves? A performance for you? You’re

shoulder badge

stood there motionless as you stabbed him. He

the moonstone pendant on my spear tip tracing a silver arc. “If your eyes work,

meters away, five cracks

at the footprints–spots where I’d pulled

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at the cracks, à reluctant growl rising

to a cloying pine

the top contributor at Bloodscar Border. Ulrik and I

forever be the Kingdom’s first female Gamma, Ulrik’s mate. You

into mocking

‘first female Gamma shit. Why would I replace you? Since

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more than you let on, hence

spun my spear, the wolf–head carvings on the shaft

yourself. Maybe you should see a pack physician–they

me as I leaped toward the bonfire,

tensed like silver bowstrings under

I reached the battlements, grabbed a poisoned bolt from

bolt embedded itself squarely