All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Adelaide's POVI followed Alpha Lance's orders, tailing the retreating Western Tribes and Dragon Ash soldiers from a distance with my team.Suddenly, my wolf spoke in my mind, "Someone's following us."Surprised, I sniffed the air but detected nothing.Turning my head, I saw Ulrik trailing us with his group, his gaze fixed on me.Paisley and the others were with me.Our mission was simple: monitor the retreat to ensure they didn't harm innocents in other towns.But Ulrik's team was restless. He kept scanning the surroundings, as if searching for something.Without asking, he followed us until nightfall.We continued until we were sure they were heading toward Dragon Ash, then I signaled a stop.Paisley voiced her concern, "What if they attack us?"I shook my head. "They won't."If they were going to, Lance wouldn't have let us handle this."Why? They outnumber us," she persisted.I didn't elaborate.The Dragon Ash Kingdom had already lost morale, and the Western Tribes were just using

Ulrik's POVEllen handed out compressed biscuits to my team.Exhausted, they collapsed and began devouring them hungrily.I, however, had no appetite and just held mine, watching the sun slowly rise over the horizon.The golden rays bathed the sandy desert, creating a beautiful scene that did little to warm my heavy heart.After hours of fruitless searching in the desert, I returned empty-handed, knowing further pursuit would be futile.I sat down, mechanically holding the biscuit, and glanced at Adelaide.She lay with her head on Paisley's shoulder, appearing unusually listless.I'd heard she'd been injured and treated, but I had no idea how severe her injuries truly were.After much hesitation, I stood up and approached her, softly asking, "Are you alright?"Adelaide didn't move, as if fast asleep, offering no response.Paisley, however, scowled and mouthed, "None of your business. Fuck off."My wolf growled in fury, desperate to take control.Yet, worn out from the desert search, i

Third Person's POVThey walked until they were twenty-five meters away from each side's warriors.The wind was so loud that only someone like Paisley could overhear their conversation at this distance.Solanke looked at Adelaide, who stood confidently despite her slight frame and lack of weapons. She seemed far more poised than her youthful appearance suggested.Her face was a mask of confidence and calm as she stood before him, unhesitating and composed.In contrast, Solanke scanned his surroundings with sharp, wary eyes.Solanke was aware of Ulrik, but their acquaintance stemmed from a distant encounter at the Bloodscar Border."I'm Solanke," he said to Adelaide. "You carry Alpha Bentley's spirit, a true Davidson heir."His tone was admiring, but his gaze was complicated.Adelaide stood silently, her expression cold.Ulrik, without bowing, demanded,"Where's Velda? Is she dead or alive?""You're Ulrik, once Adelaide's mate, now Velda's," Solanke said with a disdainful glance.Ulrik,

Third Person's POVThe clearing, a temporary spot for many werewolves, held a wooden hut from which screams echoed.Ulrik, hearing the screams, rushed forward like a mad beast.His cedar pheromones exploded as he kicked the door in, his Alpha aura shaking the hut's beams.His claws, hardened into blades, tore the curtain aside. His pupils, over-wolfed, turned blood-moon-shaped.The hut was pitch-black. He urgently called for torch-bearers.As soldiers stepped forward, the firelight revealed nineteen people inside.Ulrik's face drained of color, shock and terror filling his eyes.His fangs elongated instinctively.The scenes were horrifying: everyone was naked, covered in wounds and scars, their glands brutally gouged out.The air reeked of filth; they'd been doused in dirty water.Dirt covered their bodies and faces, even their mouths. Velda, too, was filthy.Only one person still wore a shirt, but her legs were bare, blood seeping from between her thighs— it was Velda.Her private ar

Third Person's POV"In wartime, we don't harm civilians or kill prisoners," Ulrik's silver-moss green pupils suddenly glowed red, his wolf tail trembling violently beneath his armor."This is the pact we signed with the Western Tribes. Before Bloodscar Border, I told you countless times, and you swore you'd remember."He roared in fury, veins bulging on his forehead like twisted worms."Now you tell me—what have you actually remembered? You've not only tortured prisoners but also massacred civilians. Do you even deserve to call yourself a werewolf warrior?"Velda was terrified by his ferocious expression, tears streaming down.She sobbed, "But I did sign the treaty and establish the border. Lycan Erasmus is pleased. Only a thousand or so Western Tribes' wolves died. Am I really that evil?"She wiped her tears, her voice rising in self-righteousness. "Go to Bloodscar Border and ask if they'd sacrifice themselves for peace. I bet many would."Ulrik's wolf claws burst forth, leaving deep