A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Third Person’s POV

Ulrik’s cedar pheromones exploded suddenly, his wolf–transformed knuckles gleaming silver.

He stared at Velda’s blood–stained battle armor, recalling how she had recklessly charged for glory on the Southern Border, luring werewolf warriors into an ambush.

Now, here she was, humiliating his family in a sickroom. Old and new grievances surged in his heart.

“Enough!” His palm, carrying the Alpha’s aura, struck Velda’s right cheek.

The wolf–claw nails left three shallow red marks. “Do you have any respect for your elders?”

Velda stumbled back in shock, clutching her stinging check, disbelief etched on her face as she looked at the man who had once taken a knife for her in battle. “You struck me?”

Another slap followed, this one laced with sulfur–tinged, chaotic pheromones. “Get out! Don’t let me catch you causing a scene in mother’s sickroom again.”

Velda was furious. Her wolf–head sword at her waist hummed with bestial transformation.

But instead of grasping her weapon, she seized the oak–wood round stool–custom–made by Adelaide for Rosemary’s comfort–and swung it at Ulrik’s head. “I’ll take you down with me!”

Ulrik dodged instinctively to the side. The stool smashed straight into Isaiah’s head behind him.

“Father!”

Ulrik and Tamara exclaimed in unison. Isaiah’s head gushed blood, and he collapsed with a thud. 2

a moment before rushing to

pressed against his father’s bleeding temple. His elongated

doctor now!” he

furious

with fear

rage, she

Ulrik’s ferocious expression, she was filled with a mix of fear and wronged, and

“Go, bring

reaching out to Adelaide were

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pay any price

the doctor entered with

the wound was severe, and Isaiah had

doctor administered nutrient injections, but

that the situation was grave–the injury might have

at the mention

possibly afford him

night of pleading to convince Digby to sell

clear he would no longer make

“Absurd!”

her fist on the table, the dim yard lights casting shadows on

Tamara, scolded by her,

Pack’s signature battle mark. “Have you forgotten how you schemed over her dowry during the marriage negotiations? If it weren’t

and Tamara pressed their lips tightly together,

You even schemed to seize her Frostfang assets. If it weren’t for Lycan Erasmus’s command, wouldn’t you have swallowed all her shops

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