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Novel Male 66

    <b>Chapter </b><b>66 </b>


    Jul


    Third Person’s POV


    The air buzzed with deafening cheers, but all Velda heard was a persistent droning in her head.


    <b>“</b><b>I </b>won’t ept it! I won’t ept it!”


    She was well aware that she didn’t have Adide’s noble birth or ster mentors.


    Adide’s prowess stemmed from being the daughter of the Frostfang Pack’s Alpha, which naturally <b>drew </b>the guidance of powerful werewolves.


    Velda’s defeat wasn’t just at Adide’s hands–it was at the mercy of their disparate backgrounds.


    “Velda,” Ulrik said, grasping her hand. “Are you alright?”


    “I didn’t lose,” Velda insisted, her voice trembling as tears streamed down. “If I had her advantages, I’d never be defeated.”


    Ulrik fell silent for a moment, then murmured in acknowledgment.


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    Lance had already risen to his feet, tossing Adide’s silver spear back to her. His voice, mingled with <i>a </i>wolf howl, boomed across the scene, “The Ironthorn Army remains under Gamma Adide’smand. As for Velda’s insubordination, she’ll be punished after the southern border conflict concludes.”


    With those words, the oue was sealed.


    Velda spat out another mouthful of blood, her mind in turmoil.


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    Yet, she stood firm, her eyes zing with unyielding defiance.


    She wouldn’t give Adide the satisfaction of seeing her broken. Even in defeat, she’d maintain her dignity.


    Adide, however, paid her no mind. Instead, she locked eyes with Lance, her grip on the silver spear trembling ever so slightly.


    For a fleeting moment during the duel, she’d considered killing Velda.


    When she’d shattered the stick into fragments, the sharpest piece had been aimed at Velda’s neck.


    It was only under the weight of Lance’s piercing gaze that she’d restrained herself.


    Had that shard struck with the same force as the ones that merely scratched Velda’s armor, it would have slit her throat and ended her life swiftly.


    Meeting Lance’s gaze now, Adide’s emotions were a tangled mess<b>. </b>


    Paisley was the first to rush over, pping Adide on the shoulder. “What’re you thinking<b>? </b><b>You </b><b>won</b>!


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    <b>Adide </b>managed a <b>faint </b>smile. “Of course I did.


    She’d never doubted her victory for a second.


    <b>Paisley</b><b>, </b>still holding her shoulder, pointed to the jubnt lupine warriors. “See those folks<b>? </b><b>They </b><b>used </b>to badmouth you, but now they’re cheering you on. Though I inust say,


    ay, I didn’t expect Velda <b>to </b><b>be </b>such <b>a </b>pushover.”


    The Ironthorn Army had now fully acknowledged Adide’s strength, especially Ellen.


    His gaze, fixed on the battlefield, was filled with awe as the events reyed in his mind.


    Adide’s ability to split the stick into perfectly uniform shards was nothing short of extraordinary.


    It wasn’t mere brute strength–it was a masterful disy of technique, a testament to her refinedbat skills.


    What chilled Ellen to the bone, though<b>, </b>was how those flying shards, though fierce, had miraculously eased off as they grazed Velda’s neck. The control over force was simply mind–blowing..


    As the sun dipped below the horizon, the camp’s bonfires cast a warm glow over the wolf warriors<b>, </b>who dispersed in small groups, excitedly rehashing the duel.


    “That stick shattered way too easily! This wasn’t a fight–it was pure magic!”


    “The Davidson bloodline’s no joke. She’s one tough cookie.”


    “I told you the Silver w Gamma title wasn’t handed to her for nothing!”


    “Save it! You were the one egging Velda on. If I hadn’t held you back, you’d be sporting a sore rear end right now!”


    “You fell for Velda’s lies? She imed Adide <b>was </b>out for revenge, wanting Ulrik to regret leaving her.”


    “Looks like Velda was just stirring up trouble, ying the righteous card before the battle.”


    “Shut it! Want a piece of me?”


    These barbs, like thorny vines, coiled around Velda’s ears.


    Her cheeks burned with shame and fury as she roughly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.


    “I’m weak, Velda. I need rest,” her wolf whimpered.


    “Silence!” Velda barked back.


    She red at Adide, her eyes brimming with jealousy and rage, ming her wolf for not being strong enough.


    Gritting her teeth against the churning pain in her body, she strode up to Adide.


    “You knew I was watching from the battlements during Ellen’s challenge. You <b>staged </b>that <b>fight </b><b>to </b><b>provoke </b>me, didn’t you?” she used.


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    Paisley sneered. “Staged for you? Who do you think you are?”


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    “Shut your mouth! Who’re you to talk? Were you even asked?” Velda’s face contorted as she bellowed <b>at </b>Paisley.


    Taken aback, Paisley’s eyes red with indignation. She raised her whip, ready to strike.


    “Paisley!” Adide caught her whip mid- swing. “Don’t.”


    Jesse, Adide


    How dare you?” Paisley


    go of me, No one, aside from Adide, would dare speak to


    her like this.


    To Paisley, Velda was just amon she–wolf, once a rogue without a pack.


    How dare she challenge her? Her wolf growled in disconten
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