A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

10 Free Going

“Velda, how could you use Jason as a shield? He just became a father! His pup hasn’t even opened its eyes. yet. and his mate is waiting for him back in the pack!” Brock snarled.

Velda’s insides were in turmoil, but her eyes darted nervously at Brock, revealing her guilt.

Yet, she forced herself to stay composed and tried to justify her actions. “In the heat of battle, I thought he was one of the Western Tribes‘ wolves. It was too chaotic, and I genuinely didn’t recognize him.

“Save your excuses!” Brock retorted, his voice trembling with anger. “The Western Tribes‘ wolves wouldn’t just stand idly by next to you. And what a poor excuse that is! You can’t just brush off your mistakes so easily!”

Struck a nerve, Velda snapped. “Enough! We’re all captives now. We’ve slaughtered innocents; they won’t let us go easily. Instead of endlessly criticizing me, let’s figure out how to escape!”

Brock refused to back down. “It was your order! You insisted the enemy general was hiding in those houses and claimed some wolves were disguised as civilians. That’s why we carried out the massacre. It was all your idea!”

Aware that the Western Tribes‘ soldiers outside could hear, Velda raised her voice.

“I only told you to kill a few to flush out the general, not to slaughter everyone. Don’t pin all the blame on me!”

The other captured wolves erupted in anger.

“It was your command, and you cut off their ears to claim credit for defeating enemies. You turned civilian deaths into false merits. Don’t try to deny it!”

harm civilians. As our superior, we followed your

civilians, but we later found out the Western

you’ve done, why demand secrecy? You’re clearly aware of your

You lack the courage to own up to your deeds. Despicable! You’re not even worthy of being compared to Adelaide.

face turned pale with rage at their

“What are you saying? Battlefields are brutal! Have none of our wolves died in war? Are the wolves at Bloodscar Border any more innocent? They’re from the Western Tribes, and the decades–long border disputes have sparked countless wars. The treaty I signed ended

from slaps, contorted as she screamed

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#09 Sat, 5 Jul

Chapter 79

now disheveled,

crowd, stunned by her madness,

Brock held

loyal to Velda because she

him to her mating ceremony with

battle and her words made him realize he never truly

shattered his perception

Velda shuffled to a corner, bound hand

the slap, and the cold

called to her wolf, but it barely responded, its voice