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.

approached Velda. The frost–wolf insignia on his pauldron glimmered coldly in the bonfire’s glow as

a setup, just as Velda said. You staged

icy. “Are you flattering

forward, her silver–wolf shoulder badge brushing against Ulrik’s

you stabbed him. He didn’t flinch, just conceded.

tip tracing a silver

five cracks snaked toward where Ellen

footprints–spots where I’d pulled back my wolf–claw–enhanced strength,

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stared at the cracks, à reluctant growl rising in her

shifting to a cloying pine scent as she

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if your rank surpasses mine, I’ll forever be the Kingdom’s

mocking

voice. “I don’t crave the title of ‘Alpha Ulrik’s Luna‘ or that ‘first female Gamma shit. Why would I replace you? Since you belittle she–wolves, I’ve looked down on you. All the merits in the world can’t

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than you let

spear, the wolf–head carvings on

Maybe you should see

me as I leaped toward the bonfire, unleashing my

silver bowstrings under the

a few bounds, I reached the battlements, grabbed a poisoned bolt from

embedded itself squarely