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.

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

“Close your eyes!”

Alpha voice triggered

bowed their heads in unison, their

a torch,

Velda had long fainted.

repeatedly throttled her, pushing her to the

and face,

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Ulrik lifted her, she remained unconscious, oblivious to

on Velda’s wounded gland caused his cedar pheromones to

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

up!” Ulrik bit his tongue, mixing blood and

She only twitched.

hut had no clothes; theirs

robe and shirt, carefully wrapping Velda’s legs before dressing her

saw that Velda

also noticed the bloodstain beneath

clear she’d endured unspeakable

face turned ashen

had told him to

at her, his

words about

that Velda

team to rescue the