A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Third Person’s POV

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Adelaide caught the wooden stick and flipped it back to Lance with a meaningful glance.

“Understood!” she said firmly, fully grasping Lance’s intention.-

+8 Pearls

Werewolf duels were brutal. The hatred between Adelaide and Velda was like a ticking time bomb. One misstep, and Adelaide’s silver spear could easily end up in Velda’s throat.

Velda felt humiliated and sneered, “Using a wooden stick? Very well. Since you’re so confident, don’t blame me for not holding back.”

If she were more magnanimous, she’d have replaced her sword with a wooden stick too.

But defeat wasn’t an option–it would cost her too much.

This was where she and Adelaide differed, a class inequality from the start.

And so, fighting a wooden stick with a sword was justified.

The sunset painted the sky red, and the bonfires were lit. The fires burned bright but not harsh, casting enough light to clearly see the two women standing in the center.

Many anticipated a top–notch duel with dazzling back–and–forth moves.

Some hoped to see Velda thrash Adelaide, reducing her to her knees begging for mercy, and then claiming command of the Ironthorn Army.

Ulrik, too, felt his nerves tighten.

He recalled Adelaide’s fighting skills from their battle in the Bloodmoon Pack and her duel with Ellen, both showing she was a strong fighter.

Ulrik knew Velda mustn’t lose.

Defeat would mean no rewards for her bravery on the southern border and a flogging.

“Velda, stay calm!” Ulrik shouted.

Paisley’s ears flared crimson with fiery red fur, her pupils narrowing to lava–like slits.

She extended her wolf claws, grabbed a rock, and hurled it.

Ulrik’s cedar pheromones surged. He caught the rock mid–air with his claws and shattered it.

The fiery madwolf!” Ulrik’s fangs bit into his lip, his warning growl mixing with a howl

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Ulrik was irritated but had no time to deal with it now. He had to focus back on the duel.

At Abbot’s “Begin!“, all eyes turned to the combatants.

The crowd chanted, “Velda, defeat her! Show no mercy!”

“Go, Velda!”

The sword swung down at the stick with blinding speed and immense force. The stick should’ve snapped in two.

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