A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 24

Third Person’s POV

“Wonderful! All our guests are gone. Just wonderful!” Ulrik snarled, his voice laced with sarcasm and fury.

Velda’s wolf fur prickled beneath her dress.

She strode to the Packhouse window, glanced at the deserted plaza, and asked innocently, “Why did they leave?”

“Not enough seats!” Ulrik exploded. “Why did you invite them without telling us? They don’t belong here!”

Velda’s pupils shrank, her belt clinking against her gown. “So they’re discriminating against wolf warriors?”

Her voice carried the chill of a blizzard. “Those royal Lycans and council wolves–do they think our border guards aren’t worthy of respect? After we fight and die to protect them?”

“This isn’t about respect! You invited them without clearance! Did you even inform the base?”

He forced his roar down, his voice trembling with frustration. “Even if approved, you should’ve told Tamara! We set up 200 seats, but you added 150 warriors. Did you expect guests to stand and sip champagne?”

Velda’s ears twitched irritably beneath her headdress. “Now you’re quizzing me on military protocol?”

She grabbed the tequila bottle and drank straight from it. “I became your mate today–not to learn silverware etiquette.”

She sneered, “Besides, Bloodmoon doesn’t prepare extra seats? Tamara’s incompetence is shocking.”

Ulrik’s anger

deflated.

“Were they

question–she’d just sent a group message to Gamma,

another grievance: “This is your fault! My friends shouldn’t

felt a twinge

packs reserved extra

shifted his ire to Tamara, who’d

com.” Ulrik said.

“Go to our room,

the guests gone, Velda conceded. No point in celebrating with soldiers who couldn’t see

you should ask Tamara why the ceremony

her. Let me

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the royal

to be her moment in

sole female Gamma praised by the Lycan King,

become

and Tamara for the

and that she could join the Bloodmoon Pack as its Luna, she had

had envisioned the moment when all the guests would be seated, allowing her to mingle

thanks to Tamara’s penny–pinching, it was ruined. Adelaide would revel