Chapter 89

Third Person’s POV

“Ulrik,” her voice raspy and pained, her breath still foul, “why did you scar my face?”

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“The word ‘Bitch‘ was carved into your cheek with wolfsbane. I had to cut it out or you’d wear it forever,” Ulrik’s tone was icy, masking the turmoil within.

Scarring his mate brought immense inner pain.

His wolf curled up, whimpering, but he had no choice.

“Those bastards,” Velda cursed. “Solanke, I’ll kill you!”

Ulrik gripped her chin, leaned in, and demanded, “Tell me, did you butcher villages at Bloodscar Border? Did you kill innocents?”

Velda, consumed by anguish, screamed hysterically at his question, “I regret it! I should have wiped out everyone, not just those three villages!”

Ulrik reeled, his gaze turning terrifying.

He continued, “What about torturing prisoners?”

“Of course,” Velda’s eyes blazed with madness. “I had his face sliced, his glands torn out–all to make him reveal his identity. I only regret not doing worse!”

sign the treaty

icy chill grip his heart,

how slow–witted he might have been in the past, he now grasped

with Alpha Zander, must have been to save this person–the son of the Western Tribes‘

Western Tribes‘ wolves had shown up at the southern border

all made sense

border disputes, Solanke had hastily signed a treaty

back when he burned the food warehouse in Snowdeer

treaty was already signed, and it seemed as if the

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were now fitting together in a way that was both inevitable

had been

stared at Velda as if

woman before him was a cruel, heartless monster–not

and

He was a fool.

justice, of how sheathewolves could have careers beyond caring

had then burned

he collapsed to the

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struggled to

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