A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 645

Chapter 645

Third Person’s POV

Back at her pack house, Adelaide told Lance about the encounter. She quickly clarified, “Just so we’re clear: I’m only keeping tabs on him because he’s my subordinate and he’s in a critical position. I’m not being jealous, just normally cautious.”

Lance chuckled, pinching her cheek. “You don’t have to explain. Do you think I’m that petty? Right now, anyone you catch being too chummy with Germain should raise a flag. You’re doing the right thing.”

Adelaide wrapped her arm around his, leaning in playfully. “I just didn’t want you to misunderstand, though I know you’re not petty.”

Lance took off his jacket, pulled Adelaide down to sit next to him, and asked, “I hear you’re setting up an assessment for the Royal Guard? Are you planning to spar with them yourself?”

Adelaide raised an eyebrow. “News travels fast! Ellen told you, didn’t he?”

“He did. So, is this just because Ampelio tried to disrespect you?”

Adelaide smiled. “Not entirely. I’ve been so focused on the treason case that I haven’t properly assessed any of the guard units. The annual performance reviews from the Minister of Personnel are coming up, and as their superior, I have to write those reports. So, this assessment isn’t just for the Royal Guard; the other departments are up next too.”

Lance pressed, “The assessment isn’t just about combat skills, is it?”

Adelaide lightly touched his hand, a rare spark of mischief in her eyes. “It’s not, but combat skills are definitely the main event. Ampelio is fundamentally fine, but he doesn’t like suddenly having me as a direct boss. I need to make sure he learns to be managed. If there’s an emergency, I can’t have them refusing my command–that would be a huge problem.”

Lance teased, “Oh, so someone’s about to get a beating?”

On the day of the assessment, Adelaide ordered that anyone not on duty had to attend.

Ampelio, who initially thought Adelaide was targeting him personally, spent the morning complaining to his wife about Adelaide’s “pettiness.”

He muttered to himself, “She’s going to be nothing but trouble.”

When he arrived at the Capital Guard training ground, however, he realized this was a formal assessment that affected everyone, not just him.

When he learned the results would tie directly into the Minister of Personnel’s annual review, he truly started to sweat.

He had already offended Adelaide. If he lost badly today, his evaluation would tank, possibly leading to a pay cut or even a demotion.

He wished he had prepared more and prayed he could just scrape by.

Ulrik was also there, but he wasn’t required to participate in the assessment, as he had just started his new job.

Having witnessed Adelaide’s fighting prowess on the Southern Border, Ulrik knew Ampelio stood no chance. Now, it was just a matter of how many seconds Ampelio could last.

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Adelaide wasn’t wearing her uniform today, which lessened her intimidation factor but gave her a very sharp, capable air.

She stood on the training platform stairs, her voice clear and carrying to everyone present, “I will personally be assessing all of you today. I expect you to bring your absolute best. If any Deputy Captain can’t hold out against me for fifty seconds, the entire team will undergo special training. Other commanders must last twenty seconds. Fail that, and you’re also in special training.”

A few people immediately laughed, while others frowned.

Those laughing clearly hadn’t seen Adelaide fight. Deputy Captains like Ampelio and Ulrik frowned deeply.

Surviving fifty seconds against Adelaide was nearly impossible.

In other words, special training was now guaranteed.

“I’ve already found your special training instructor,” Adelaide announced, sweeping a cold gaze across the field. Once the noise died down, she invited Paisley forward.

The crowd watched a striking woman in a red training outfit walk out. “Her? The training instructor? Just a she–wolf?”

Paisley had someone bring a chair out to the edge of the field. She casually pushed up her sleeve and sat down, leaning back against the chair with an air of pure arrogance.

“Hmph. I’m here to be the instructor, alright.”

Ampelio was openly skeptical. He stepped forward. “Gamma Adelaide, you said you’d assess us personally. Does that mean we’ll all spar with you, one after the other?”

“That’s right.”

“And what weapons will we be using?” Ampelio asked first.

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