A Female Alpha’s Revenge

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 lift him

his father’s bleeding temple. His

the doctor now!” he

a furious lion. “Out! Get out this

was paralyzed with fear

she

mix of fear and wronged,

her chest. “Go, bring Vanya here. Have

previous reservations about reaching

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pay any price to

the doctor entered with his

wound was severe, and Isaiah had lost a lot of blood.

nutrient injections, but Isaiah didn’t

informed Ulrik that the situation was grave–the injury might have affected the brain. He suggested calling Shaman Digby

paled at the mention of

possibly

night of pleading to convince Digby to sell

it clear he would no longer make house

“Absurd!”

the dim yard

Tamara, scolded by her, kept their heads

oak table, five deep grooves oozing silver–blue blood beads–the Frostfang Pack’s signature battle mark. “Have you forgotten how you schemed over her dowry during the marriage negotiations? If it weren’t for the Lycan King’s Moon Crown Order, you would have added her

pressed their lips tightly together, not

drove her out of the pack, did you show her an ounce of mercy? You even schemed to seize her Frostfang assets. If it weren’t for Lycan Erasmus’s command, wouldn’t you have swallowed all