A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Third Person’s POV

Dragon Ash’s soldiers had seized many civilian homes. When the Western Tribes army arrived, lacking accommodation, they’d driven residents from their houses.

Alpha Lance now decreed that all civilians could return home.

Werewolf warriors without shelter were to camp on open ground.

After this battle, Adelaide’s fame soared.

Adelaide had distinguished herself in previous battles, but her latest feat–holding the supply depot with three thousand men and ensuring everyone ate meat–eclipsed her prior achievements in the soldiers‘ eyes.

The successful expulsion of the enemy from Frostbite Town was largely due to Alpha Lance capturing Victor from the Dragon Ash Wolf Kingdom.

Lance’s informant in Frostbite Town had uncovered the tension between Victor and Solanke, which Lance exploited to capture Victor.

The Western Tribes sought Victor’s execution, while the Dragon Ash Kingdom opted to retreat.

This internal discord provided Lance’s warband with a critical opportunity. The next day, after honoring the fallen wolf warriors, Alpha Lance convened a meeting.

The next day, after burying their fallen, Alpha Lance convened a meeting.

“We took Frostbite Town because Solanke and Victor’s conflict gave us an edge. Post–battle, they’ll unite and reorganize. This hasty defeat is a deep shame to them.

“However, a counterattack won’t come swiftly. Coordination and resupply will take time. Darkclaw Town’s limited supplies make them hesitant to strike. We can await reinforcements for the final battle.

Abbot noted, “Reinforcements may take half a month.”

Alpha Lance frowned at Abbot’s words, “Half a month?”

He almost remarked on Ulrik’s slow advance but glanced at Adelaide, instinctively checking her

He dropped the thought–she’d earned her merit here, and he wouldn’t slight her now.

Adelaide met his gaze but stayed silent.

Paisley was right–some matters should be left to Ulrik and Velda.

+8 Pearls

Chapter 49

Alpha Lance said, “Adelaide, bathe and change. I’m taking you somewhere.”

His pupils glinted amber in the firelight as he fondled his gilt–hilted blade.

Adelaide met his gaze, her wolf–claw nails slightly elongated in the fire’s glow. “Where?”

“You’ll see. Rising, his presence made the candles waver. Cedar and gunpowder scents filled the air. “Disperse and clean up–no blood–crusted wolves in my presence.”

Adelaide and the others exited.

Bathing in the cold required copious hot water, but Frostbite Town had ample firewood.

Unlike the spartan camp at Tower City, even drinking water had been scarce.

As an officer, Adelaide was assigned a penitent Omega, Cynthia, a forty–something woman reeking of filth.

Cynthia, imprisoned for shattering a vase in a business dispute, left her competitor a fool but not dead.

Cynthia rubbed her hands together as she entered, a cracked rose–scented soap hidden under her apron. She said, “You can finally freshen up properly.”

She heated water for Adelaide, fetched a bathtub, and even assisted with washing her hair- a task that required nimble fingers to thoroughly cleanse the blood–matted strands.

Despite the soap’s best efforts, Adelaide’s hair remained slightly frizzy.

Adelaide’s face, once washed, revealed delicate features though her skin lacked its former

smoothness,

Adelaide scrubbed her cheeks until they were red and nearly raw, finally cleansing the crusted blood

She changed into a clean linen shirt, donned a black wolfskin cloak, and tied her damp hair into a high ponytail with a leather cord–the standard look at the Warscar Training Camp, practical for instant battle readines

Post–bath, she polished her silver spear, wiping away every trace of blood.