A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 100

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At the Bloodmoon Pack, Rosemary fumed upon hearing the rumors about Ulrik, Velda, and Adelaide.

When informed that Velda had returned to the capital without paying her respects, she erupted in fury. “Go, bring her to me now!” she commanded.

Velda’s return journey had left her dispirited.

Ulrik’s deliberate distance from her, despite his own injuries, had made the trip a torment.

She’d tried to assist him, but he’d rebuffed her advances as if she were repulsive. 1

The wolves captured alongside her glared at her with undisguised hatred.

They were all too aware that their brutal treatment stemmed from Velda’s torture of a Western werewolf general.

Now, facing similar retribution from the Western Tribes‘ wolves, they felt a mix of anguish and helplessness.

Their fear and resentment ran so deep that it fueled an intense hatred toward Velda.

Throughout the journey, they refused to engage with her. Even a fleeting glimpse of her would prompt them to flee.

Velda remembered how she’d left, full of confidence and dreams of battlefield glory, believing she’d return a hero.

But reality shattered her illusions.

scarred and her skin roughened, she’d

physical changes and others‘ disdain, but what truly stuck in her craw was Adelaide’s

now highly revered among the werewolf warriors. The Gammas showed her

was in the spotlight, riding in a carriage to cheers from

slink back to the Bloodmoon Pack, ignored by all, as if the world had forgotten

her in a

Velda’s overgrown claws left

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into the room, her vertical pupils shrinking to dark crimson lines in the

grotesque wound on her

the temporary mark behind her ear, now decaying and reeking of sulfur–a sign of her Alpha gland’s deterioration due to enemy

mirror, her eyes

once–proud silver–gray war wolf, now with hellfire–blackened fur on its

Adelaide’s beauty, but now the difference was

scarred face, her skin rough

loud crash, she overturned the Bloodmoon–emblazoned

sliced into her silver–blue

mint pheromones that once enthralled Ulrik now reeked of decay

Her thoughts raced.

mate; he’d once cared for

must stem from misunderstanding–thinking

she was innocent. Those injuries were just from

remembered that the burn on her face was treated by Ulrik himself, which proved

all, why would he have bonded with her, especially