A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 649

From a third-person perspective:

If Ampelio could sharpen his skills further, he might be able to ease some of the burden Adelaide carried. The thought lingered in his mind, fueling a quiet determination.

He reached out and grasped the final weapon laid before him. The sword’s surface was coated in a muted, dark gleam. Its hilt was fashioned from the skull of a fierce beast, while the guard was intricately carved into the snarling head of a wolf. Embedded in the crossguard was a wolf’s eye stone, pulsating faintly with a surge of power.

“Your footwork is solid,” Paisley remarked, “but a battlefield demands more than just close combat prowess. This ‘Black Dragon Wolf Bone Sword’ weighs eighteen pounds. Its blade can effortlessly slice through iron, and it draws on your pheromones to unleash a powerful aura. To master it, you’ll need to strengthen your core first. I’ll teach you the wolf-shift training techniques tailored to your style.”

Ampelio felt the weight of the Black Dragon Wolf Bone Sword as it settled into his palm. Instinctively, his pupils narrowed into their signature pale red vertical slits, a sign of his wolf nature awakening. This was no ordinary weapon—it was a masterpiece crafted by master smiths exclusively for elite wolf warriors.

He’d heard rumors that Alphas had spent fortunes trying to obtain one, only to come up empty-handed. Yet here it was, held by the Stephens family. His claws instinctively scraped along the blade’s edge, sensing the raw energy flowing through it. For a moment, his speech impediment slipped from his mind as he stared in stunned silence. “Th-thank you, Teacher,” he finally managed, his voice trembling with awe.

His pheromones, usually tinged with pride, now radiated pure astonishment at receiving such a rare and unparalleled weapon. All his earlier hesitation dissolved, replaced by a wave of exhilaration. He barely registered Paisley’s words about core strength training methods as he drew the sword from its sheath, revealing the sleek black blade.

Though dark, the blade shimmered with a subtle, icy glow. Its sharpness was unmistakable, visible even to the naked eye. Paisley plucked a single strand of his hair and gently blew it toward the blade’s edge. Instantly, the hair was cleanly sliced in two.

Ampelio stood speechless, overwhelmed by the sword’s incredible sharpness. “It can cut a hair in midair? Wow, I really hit the jackpot!” he exclaimed, unable to hide his excitement.

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Later, back at the pack estate, Paisley confided in Adelaide, “I still feel like that dinner was a bit of a sham. I haven’t even completed my own training, and now I’m expected to teach others? They’re all older than me and part of the Ironthorn Guard. What if I mess up? Won’t that just reflect badly on you?”

Adelaide reached out and took Paisley’s hand gently, signaling Lance to head inside. Together, they strolled through the garden, the cool evening air carrying the scent of blooming flowers.

“If you truly don’t want this responsibility, we can forget it entirely. You could just be their coach, nothing more,” Adelaide said reassuringly. “Whether you teach them well or not isn’t your burden to bear.”

“Whether they actually learn depends on them. You’re already incredible, and you have the authority to keep them in line. If they don’t improve, it’s because they lack the talent, not because you failed.”

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