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.

snapped back to reality and roared, “Get out! All of

“Close your eyes!”

voice triggered an instinctive

unison, their neck hairs bristling–an instinctive reaction to

a torch,

Velda had long fainted.

pushing

body and

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her, she remained unconscious, oblivious

wounded gland caused his cedar pheromones to

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he felt only void- Velda’s wolf had regressed to

mixing blood and pheromones on her

She only twitched.

clothes;

Ulrik removed his battle robe and shirt, carefully wrapping Velda’s legs

saw that Velda

noticed the bloodstain

was clear she’d endured

face turned ashen

finally understood why Adelaide had told him to

at her, his

Solanke’s words about Velda until she

unwilling to accept that Velda

her team to