A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Third Person’s POV

45 Free Colos

As Rosmary thought more, she became more convinced. “Velda must have threatened Adelaide. Otherwise, with Adelaide’s wealth, why would she bother to send someone to collect fifty thousand? She wouldn’t care about fifty thousand, or even five hundred thousand.”

Ulrik snapped back to reality. “Don’t worry. Velda can’t threaten Adelaide,” he said.

Rosmary fretted, “Even if she can’t threaten Adelaide, what if she purposely says something to upset her and badmouths you to the Ironclaw Pack? That could ruin everything.”

Ulrik shook his head, but inside, he was bitterly amused. He thought, “If Adelaide did intervene, it would mean she still had feelings for him.”

He even hoped she would.

Then he jolted himself back to reality. What was he thinking?

Adelaide and Lance’s wedding was set. Even if she still had feelings for him, they were likely filled with

resentment.

After the messy dissolution of their mating bond, how could she not hate him?

But what if she did still care…

Ulrik’s thoughts swirled, his heart pounding.

He’d always refused to admit his regret, but he knew deep down he was very regretful. He’d once gone to great lengths to court Adelaide, only to discard her like a worn–out cloth.

but it was too late–she was

comeuppance, marrying someone who’d lost their mate before. He used to think his love for Velda was steadfast.

was tired of the constant arguing. They needed to talk

pheromones frosted the

the door, his wolf ears caught the mint and wolfsbane stench–a sign of

Velda lay on the sofa, wrapped in a beast skin blanket with

was slashed by Solanke’s men at the southern border, her wolf soul often whimpered like

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tail restlessly sweeping under

statue.

had custom–made e veils in various colors and refused to leave

hat.

was always combative, ready to argue with

listless. She barely

omega beside her spoke up, “Alpha, you’re finally here. She’s been sick for two

scars visible beneath her veil, the wolfsbane–burned gashes mirroring the wounds in his heart. “Are you feeling any better?”

away, ignoring

the energy

for a long time, Ulrik finally spoke

cold. The

abruptly. The silver thread on her veil hissed through

shadow, and her mint pheromones exploded with sulfur. “What are you implying? Accusing me of causing a

Ulrik’s wolf claws burst from

else? I went to confront them, to demand why

The Western Tribe’s werewolves were