A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 646

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Chapter 646

From a Third-Person Perspective

Ellen moved with remarkable speed, his palm already dusted with the faint gray fur of a wolf. Just as his hand was about to land on Adelaide’s shoulder, something shifted in her scent—her cedar pheromones changed subtly. Her silver-blue vertical pupils flickered sharply for a brief instant, and with the grace and agility of a silver wolf, she slipped aside effortlessly, avoiding his grasp.

Without missing a beat, Ellen spun around and launched another punch. The sulfur-laden pheromones radiating from his fist surged toward her like a storm. When their fists met, a flash of light gleamed from Ellen’s partially shifted knuckles, while Adelaide’s palm, though only half-shifted, radiated the concentrated Alpha power of the Shadowfang Pack.

Their pheromones clashed violently, sending small bursts of charged air rippling around them. The exchange was so rapid that to any observer, the number of strikes was nearly impossible to count. Only Paisley, her wolf ears twitching attentively, kept track with steady precision. “Round seven… round eight… round nine…” she whispered.

At the forty-second mark, Ellen finally managed to grip Adelaide’s shoulder. His fingers tightened instinctively, attempting to use a subtle surge of aura to pin her down. But before he could savor this small victory, Adelaide’s shoulder twitched slightly, and an overwhelming burst of Alpha aura exploded at the point of contact, instantly numbing his hand.

A sharp, burning sting radiated through his neck gland. Panic surged through him, and he released his hold, trying to leap backward. But he was just a fraction too slow.

Adelaide seized the moment, delivering a precise punch to his chin. As Ellen scrambled backward, she pressed her advantage with a flurry of diagonal kicks. Each strike carried the explosive force characteristic of an Alpha, propelling him through the air.

Ellen crashed hard onto the ground, his neck fur standing on end from the shockwave of pheromones. It took him several agonizing moments to push himself back to his feet. Rubbing his chest, he felt the persistent throb in his neck gland. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he gave a salute. “I lost.”

He knew well enough that Gamma Adelaide had held back. Had she unleashed her full strength, like she had on the Southern Border, he wouldn’t have lasted even forty seconds. His pheromones still felt disordered, scattered from the encounter.

One by one, the twelve division commanders stepped forward. None could withstand Adelaide’s assault for more than twenty seconds. Most fell at around the fifteen or sixteen-second mark. Only Anilo managed to endure for a full forty seconds before finally succumbing.

Anilo rose, saluted, and wore a pleased expression. “Lasting that long against Adelaide? That’s more than I expected,” he admitted quietly.

At last, it was Ampelio’s turn.

Throughout the previous rounds, Ampelio had been carefully observing Adelaide’s movements. His pale red vertical pupils gleamed with calculation, and the sulfur scent of his pheromones swirled confidently around him, tinged with a hint of arrogance.

He believed he had deciphered her fighting pattern and was certain he could surpass the fifty-second mark with ease.

Known for his powerful kicks, Ampelio had noticed Adelaide’s stance and concluded that while her legwork was swift, it lacked the explosive power of a fully shifted wolf. However, her pure Alpha speed was undeniable.

He decided to rely on the strength of his half-shifted legs to gain an edge and secure his position.

Lowering himself into a slight crouch, faint gray wolf fur began to sprout around his fists. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, the fur on his ankles rippling as he activated his leg muscles for enhanced agility. “I’m ready,” he announced calmly.