A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Third Person’s POV

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Adelaide caught the wooden stick and flipped it back to Lance with a meaningful glance.

“Understood!” she said firmly, fully grasping Lance’s intention.-

+8 Pearls

Werewolf duels were brutal. The hatred between Adelaide and Velda was like a ticking time bomb. One misstep, and Adelaide’s silver spear could easily end up in Velda’s throat.

Velda felt humiliated and sneered, “Using a wooden stick? Very well. Since you’re so confident, don’t blame me for not holding back.”

If she were more magnanimous, she’d have replaced her sword with a wooden stick too.

But defeat wasn’t an option–it would cost her too much.

This was where she and Adelaide differed, a class inequality from the start.

And so, fighting a wooden stick with a sword was justified.

The sunset painted the sky red, and the bonfires were lit. The fires burned bright but not harsh, casting enough light to clearly see the two women standing in the center.

Many anticipated a top–notch duel with dazzling back–and–forth moves.

Some hoped to see Velda thrash Adelaide, reducing her to her knees begging for mercy, and then claiming command of the Ironthorn Army.

Ulrik, too, felt his nerves tighten.

He recalled Adelaide’s fighting skills from their battle in the Bloodmoon Pack and her duel with Ellen, both showing she was a strong fighter.

Ulrik knew Velda mustn’t lose.

Defeat would mean no rewards for her bravery on the southern border and a flogging.

“Velda, stay calm!” Ulrik shouted.

Paisley’s ears flared crimson with fiery red fur, her pupils narrowing to lava–like slits.

She extended her wolf claws, grabbed a rock, and hurled it.

Ulrik’s cedar pheromones surged. He caught the rock mid–air with his claws and shattered it.

The fiery madwolf!” Ulrik’s fangs bit into his lip, his warning growl mixing with a howl

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Ulrik was irritated but had no time to deal with it now. He had to focus back on the duel.

At Abbot’s “Begin!“, all eyes turned to the combatants.

The crowd chanted, “Velda, defeat her! Show no mercy!”

“Go, Velda!”

+8 Pearls

Velda leaped, unleashing a wave of blood–red pheromones, revealing the Bloodmoon Pack’s thorned totem on her neck.

With both hands on her sword, she swung at Adelaide.

Her combat style was purely pragmatic, all brute force, no finesse.

Velda swung her sword at Adelaide with incredible speed. Adelaide couldn’t dodge it no matter what.

She might save her left or right hand, or her chest or back would get hit.

The speed was so fast that none of the watching wolf soldiers could have dodged it.

But Adelaide didn’t dodge. She gripped the wooden stick with both hands and blocked.

The sword struck the wooden stick.

The sword swung down at the stick with blinding speed and immense force. The stick should’ve snapped in two.

But in that instant, it was as solid as iron, showing no damage at all. There was a loud “clang,” and Velda felt a jolt in her tiger mouth and wrist, almost making her drop the sword.

The collision of pheromones left the lower–rank wolves gasping.

Velda’s fangs began receding–a rare “bloodline submission” in werewolf clans.

Velda’s heart skipped a beat. She looked into Adelaide’s deep eyes and saw the stick in her hand was unscratched. She was shocked.

Adelaide’s staff was not ordinary.

Alpha Lance was determined to protect her. He wouldn’t give her an ordinary wooden stick.

It must be special.