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.

was too late–she was about to become someone

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

went to see Velda. He was tired of the constant arguing. They needed

pheromones frosted the hallway

the mint and wolfsbane stench–a sign of Velda’s lingering

beast skin blanket with blood–moon totems. Silver–blue blood seeped from the

by Solanke’s men at the southern border, her wolf soul often

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sweeping under the blanket and knocking over a

statue.

colors and refused to leave home without

hat.

she was always combative,

se listless. She barely glanced

beside her spoke up, “Alpha, you’re finally here. She’s

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

away, ignoring

the

time, Ulrik finally spoke in a deep voice. “Valentin came to

turned cold. The

thread on her veil

with sulfur.

claws burst from his sleeves, his knuckles pressing against the old wound in

a mocking smile tugged at her lips. “What else? I went to confront them, to demand why Adelaide didn’t save me that day, driving a

anxious. “Haven’t I already explained? It had nothing to do with her. The Western Tribe’s werewolves were