A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

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The 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 area was exposed, and blue–glowing wolfsbane marked the edges of her wounds.

Ulrik’s temporary marking pheromones mixed with Solanke’s royal white–sage scent.

to reality and roared,

“Close your eyes!”

Alpha voice triggered an instinctive

their neck hairs bristling–an instinctive reaction

torch,

Velda had long fainted.

her, pushing

been dragged across her body and face, and one

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her, she

gland caused his cedar pheromones to

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to her wolf spirit, but he felt only void- Velda’s wolf

up!” Ulrik bit his tongue, mixing blood

She only twitched.

clothes; theirs had

carefully wrapping

saw that

also noticed the bloodstain beneath her

clear she’d

face turned ashen

understood why Adelaide had told him to bring only

at her, his

believe Solanke’s words about Velda until she

that Velda had indirectly

ordered her team to rescue