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.

pulled her into his arms.

pierced through the window, its

lines, and he instinctively grabbed the back of Velda’s collar, yanking her

screen behind them, its wolf–hair

bone arrow? Fired

exploded, and his hand partially shifted into

hurled a bronze wolf–head shield

eyes glowed faintly in the dim light as they pressed against the wall, their claws scraping against

with fear, her heartbeat

there be an assassin? Could it be the remnants of the Western Tribe?

two of them slid out the door like wolves ready

lanterns swayed, stretching their

silence, Ulrik thrust

s

bodies lay on the stone steps outside–the throats of Velda’s maids

the Frostfang Pack massacre flashed before Ulrik’s eyes, and he howled, “Father!

pheromones, charged with rage, surged forward, but Velda clutched

her half–shifted wolf

face was ashen, her lips trembling. “I think…

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

his wolf eyes blazing

realized this was likely revenge from the Western Tribe wolves, drawn by

defended herself so Righteously, her confidence now

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