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.

few stragglers in the distance, Ulrik approached Velda. The frost–wolf insignia on his pauldron glimmered coldly in the bonfire’s glow as he fixed his gaze on

setup, just as Velda said.

tone icy. “Are you flattering yourselves? A performance

silver–wolf shoulder

challenged, “Ellen stood there motionless as you stabbed him.

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

or eight meters away, five cracks snaked toward where Ellen

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

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stared at the cracks, à reluctant

to a cloying pine scent as she

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

me. Even if your rank surpasses mine, I’ll forever be the Kingdom’s first

mocking

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

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attacking my character now. You care more than you let on, hence

carvings on

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

shouted behind me as I leaped toward the

silver bowstrings

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

embedded itself squarely in the