A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Third Person’s POV

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Solanke’s claws dug into the mark on Velda’s nape, his pheromones laced with cold wind as they invaded her torn glands.

Velda screamed, a whine like a cub’s escaping her throat, “No, stay back! Don’t touch my mark!”

Solanke crouched and sliced through her bonds.

Seeing her shrink in fear, his rage intensified.

The heir of the Western Tribes‘ Lycan King had been humiliated by this cowardly wretch.

“Do you even deserve a mark?” Solanke’s pupils slit blood–red in the moonlight. His wolf claws tore her leather armor embroidered with the Bloodmoon totem. “You had his glands ripped out when he was captured!”

He dragged the trembling she–wolf outside by her hair.

The cold and scalp pain brought tears to her eyes.

Once outside, Solanke spun her by her hair and threw her onto a snow–covered clearing where eighteen naked wolves lay, their bodies steaming.

They screamed and writhed in agony–just like the man Velda had targeted.

But unlike him, they all screamed in agony.

He bit back every cry until the pain became unbearable.

When the man finally screamed, everyone had cheered.

dignity

her hair. A cold voice

jaw was pinched painfully, forcing her to

pain and cold. Their suffering was so intense that it made life feel unbearable, and their screams

felt limp

scene, once a source of twisted pleasure,

her lip, blood

the beginning,” Solanke’s voice was as cold as snow and ice,

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sink with fear.

His sharp claws dug

torn off, blood gushed out, but quickly froze in

cold didn’t numb them; instead, it felt more

to watch, unable to look

knowing

was pinned down, lying on

robe, tore open her underclothes,

trousers.

thought she’d be raped, but instead, a sword slashed her upper

blood flowed, then

dagger then carved

with terror, as she felt her blood flow

coated in wolfsbane sap,

would continue, she was dragged back into the hut, as were

provided little warmth

was no match for the

bruised and weakened, crawled toward it, hoping