A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 401

Chapter 401

Third Person’s POV

“What has Adelaide ever done for you? Managed the Bloodmoon Pack’s finances and internal affairs? Sent your family small gifts and clothes? Cared for your mother? Aren’t these all part of her duties as your Luna? And those tasks aren’t even specifically for you–they’re what she’s obliged to do. So where exactly have you wronged her?”

“Is it because you failed to honor your commitment to Airella?”

“But Ulrik, life requires compromises. As a Gamma, I mated with you as a breeder. Wasn’t that a compromise on my part? Why can I compromise, but she cannot?”

A bitter taste filled Ulrik’s mouth as he connected the dots, realizing Velda might be right.

“You’ve wronged me. You had Adelaide first, then mated with Gloria. Yet I never caused a scene. I stayed within the Bloodmoon Pack, waiting for a chance to regain honor and working toward our future.”

“Ulrik, was your affection for me back then nothing but a fleeting impulse?”

She covered her face, tears seeping through her fingers, her sobs muffled and agonized.

After a long while, she spoke through her tears, “Do you have any idea how hard each day is for me? If I were any other woman, enduring what I have, I would have taken my own life long ago.”

Velda’s cries struck Ulrik’s heart like hammer blows, leaving him both bewildered and distressed.

No matter her actions, she was someone he had once truly cared for.

his arms.

poisoned bone arrow pierced through the window, its tip glowing with

instinctively grabbed

embedded itself in the oak screen behind them, its wolf–hair

bone arrow? Fired

pheromones exploded, and his hand partially shifted into a silver–gray

and hurled a bronze wolf–head

in the dim light as they pressed

her heartbeat drumming like

an assassin? Could it be the remnants of the Western Tribe? They’re the ones who

the two of them

hallway lanterns swayed, stretching their shadows into fierce wolf

a moment of silence, Ulrik thrust his

s

lay on the stone steps outside–the throats of Velda’s maids torn by wolfish bites, blood seeping down the steps in a dark red stream

scene from the Frostfang Pack massacre flashed before Ulrik’s eyes, and he howled,

rage, surged forward,

arm, her half–shifted wolf cars

lips trembling. “I

reeked of blood, and the gland at the back of her

turned icy, his wolf

revenge from the Western Tribe wolves,

when Velda had defended herself so Righteously, her confidence now shattered like a spider–web in a

silently in the courtyard like night owls, their masks revealing wolf eyes glowing with emerald