A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 61

Velda’s POV

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+8 Pearls

Adelaide returned late after training the troops, the bronze wolf–head gates slowly shutting behind her.

I stood in the shadows of the moonstone citadel, catching the lingering cedar pheromones from her armor.

The bonfire’s glow cast everything in a dim, yellow–orange light.

“You could at least put on a better show,” I said. “The Davidson family’s reputation is being dragged through the mud because of you.”

The shadow–wolf emblem on her pauldron glimmered.

She gripped her silver spear, the moonstones embedded in the weapon–passed down from Alpha Bentley–pulsing rhythmically.

As her golden eyes shifted to the vertical slits of a wolf’s gaze, the not–yet–healed mark on the back of my neck flared with pain.

My wolf trembled, cowering in the corners of my mind.

That only made me angrier.

Adelaide looked down at me, her tone icy. “What does the Davidson family’s reputation have to do with you?”

I snapped, “Quit playing the noble act! I saw it all today. Handing the Ironthorn Army over to you? Alpha Lance’s word alone was enough. Why drag Ellen into this charade? Do you really think the other wolf warriors will follow you willingly? Do you think everyone’s blind?”

Adelaide met my gaze. “You’re right. Not everyone’s blind. Some things can be hidden for a while, but not forever.”

Her pheromones slowly enveloped me.

I narrowed my eyes, my resolve weakening. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” she said, moving past me.

Agrabbed her arm. “Adelaide, whatever your angle is–this is a battlefield. The Ironthorn Army is an elite unit. Don’t use them for your own gain. You need to head back to the capital and stop causing trouble here.”

Her cloak suddenly flared, the dormant Frostfang Pack emblem awakening as she fully unleashed her Alpha pheromones.

Chapter 61

+8 Pearls

Furious, I stamped my foot and shouted after her, “You think you’re better than me? No one here respects you. They just laugh at you!”

She didn’t turn back but left behind a cold retort, “If I’m a joke, isn’t it partly because of the rumors you spread and the truth you mock?”

I scoffed.

Mock the truth? What truth?

She climbed the ranks on Alpha Bentley’s legacy and Lance’s protection, convinced she was some invincible warrior.

Lance, clinging to his old ties with Alpha Bentley, handed her the Ironthorn Army without considering the risks of this war.

The Ironthorn was supposed to be the elite vanguard, not her tool for advancing her reputation.

“What’s the issue?” His voice was calm but carried an unshakable authority.

I forced down my fear and shouted, “Using our finest troops to protect a she–wolf seeking glory on the battlefield is unwise.”

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