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. “I’m sorry, it’s my

pierced through the window, its tip glowing with

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

the oak screen behind

Fired

his hand partially

hurled a bronze wolf–head shield

as they pressed against the wall, their claws

with fear, her heartbeat drumming

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

them slid out the door

swayed, stretching their shadows

silence, Ulrik thrust his

s

Velda’s maids torn by wolfish bites, blood seeping down

flashed before Ulrik’s eyes, and

charged with rage, surged forward, but Velda clutched

his arm, her half–shifted wolf cars flattened with

was ashen, her lips trembling. “I

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

cedar pheromones turned icy, his wolf eyes blazing with

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

defended herself so Righteously, her

courtyard like night owls, their masks revealing wolf eyes