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.

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

a setup, just as Velda said. You staged it for us, didn’t

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

her silver–wolf shoulder

stabbed him. He didn’t flinch, just

spear tip tracing a silver arc. “If your eyes work, look

five cracks snaked toward where Ellen had

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

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the cracks, à

pheromones shifting to a cloying

“True, I lost to you in the challenge. But I was the top contributor at Bloodscar Border. Ulrik and I have

your rank surpasses mine, I’ll forever be the

into mocking laughter,

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 save

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character now. You care more than you let on, hence the bitterness. Admit it–you’re just bitter about

wolf–head carvings on the shaft leaving

yourself. Maybe you should see a pack physician–they specialize in

the bonfire, unleashing my wolf to

silver bowstrings under the

grabbed a poisoned bolt from a guard, and hurled it

itself squarely in the