A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 243

Third Person’s POV

“Was your declaration of love for me back then just a momentary impulse?”

Velda’s wolf tail flicked beneath her skirt, knocking the Moon Goddess statue from the armrest.

The mint pheromones were thick with acidity, raising the hackles on Ulrik’s neck.

He remained silent, unable to answer.

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His initial affection for Velda had been genuine, but whether it was a fleeting impulse, he couldn’t say for

sure.

He recalled the snowy night at the Bloodscar Border when Velda, with silver–blue blood spattering her battle armor as she slit an enemy’s throat, had seemed the epitome of passionate love.

But true Alpha companionship, he now knew, should mirror Adelaide’s poise.

Ever since mating with Velda and Adelaide’s subsequent departure, a nagging regret had gnawed at him.

He remembered telling Elder Halsey, “I hope Adelaide doesn’t regret it,” all the while aware that the truly remorseful one was himself.

But had he loved Velda then? Undoubtedly.

Yet couldn’t a werewolf have multiple mates?

Many Alphas did, with breeders in tow. Adelaide, however, couldn’t accept it.

his indignation stemmed from a broken promise–now that Adelaide’s mother,

orphan with remarkable combat

onto the battlefield alone, where he witnessed her commanding presence amidst a hail of arrows. Her composure, even if feigned, was enough to intimidate foes and left him

both wronged Adelaide, yet why do I bear the consequences alone? You can still mate with Ironclaw’s

the Bloodscar Border incident–the connection

“I’ve paid my dues!”

light. “My warriors are dead or injured, I’ve been

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let me tell you this–I hate internal family conflicts. I don’t

and had a feeling that family life wouldn’t be peaceful. “If everyone behaves themselves, there won’t be any

clear,” she warned. “Our mating bond was approved by Lycan Erasmus himself. We’re tied together for life. If you can’t control her, don’t blame

Ulrik rose, leaving irritably.

stared at his retreating back, tears welling up–she wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t let anyone see her vulnerable, especially not

visited the west–wing suite and saw the new

taken most of the old items when

expense was staggering–where was the poverty

down her cheeks. Her triumph

She’d lost.

bustling too, thanks to Tad’s command of the Royal

mating ceremony was tomorrow, but guests were already arriving

passed away, the Hutchinson family

her their child’s assets and an additional

Hutchinsons believed Gloria shouldn’t spend her life alone, but she had refused

had given her a large amount of

six–month advance booking,