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.

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

just as Velda

stared into the leaping flames, my tone icy. “Are you flattering yourselves? A

silver–wolf shoulder badge brushing against Ulrik’s

sneer, she challenged, “Ellen stood there motionless as you stabbed him. He didn’t flinch, just conceded. Tell

my spear tip tracing a silver arc. “If your

or eight meters away, five cracks snaked toward where Ellen

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

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à reluctant

her pheromones shifting to a cloying pine scent as she linked

was the top contributor at Bloodscar Border. Ulrik and I have Lycan Erasmus’s blessing

surpasses mine, I’ll forever be the

mocking

that ‘first female Gamma shit. Why would I replace

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you let on, hence the bitterness. Admit it–you’re just bitter

wolf–head carvings on the shaft leaving

you should see a pack

the

legs tensed like silver

few bounds, I reached the battlements, grabbed a poisoned bolt from a guard, and hurled it

embedded itself