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.

into his arms. “I’m

arrow pierced through the window, its tip

instinctively grabbed the back

oak screen

arrow? Fired at close

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

hurled a bronze wolf–head shield

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

pheromones sharpened with fear, her heartbeat drumming like a war

be the remnants of the Western Tribe? They’re the ones who slaughtered the Adelaide

the two of them slid out the door like wolves ready

stretching their shadows into fierce

a moment of silence, Ulrik thrust his shield–bearing arm

s

moment, his cedar pheromones froze. Three bodies 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

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

surged

her half–shifted

lips trembling. “I think… I think they’re

the gland at the back of

pheromones turned icy, his wolf eyes

from the Western Tribe wolves, drawn by

so Righteously, her confidence now shattered

the courtyard like night owls, their masks revealing wolf eyes