A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 411

Chapter 411

Third Person’s POV

25 Free Come

“You’re not as confident as you pretend to be, Velda. You’re actually full of guilt. You know the crime you committed in Snowdeer Town were evil. You slaughtered innocents like a beast, Ulrik said.

Velda burst into laughter suddenly. After the laughter subsided, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

“Foolish, truly foolish, Ulrik. Her scheme worked!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, I was guilty and feared they were Western Tribe wolves. But the moment their masks were removed, I knew it was Adelaide’s trick. She’s always harbored hatred for you but chose a way to make your entire Bloodmoon Pack indebted to her instead of direct retaliation,” Ulrik explained.

“Look at you now, taken in by her act. You even think she still cares for you. How could Velda sneered.

you

be

so naive?”

Ulrik watched her laugh wildly, his cedar pheromones sharp with icy disdain.

unmoved by her

I might have trusted you. But now, I’d sooner trust a dog than utter a word you say. You’ve deceived me from the start. You dodged the truth about Snowdeer

in close, cedar pheromones coalescing

Remember your cowardice that night? You abandoned everyone, using Gloria and the maids as shields. You wouldn’t open the door to their pleas–that’s not just

and pack guards didn’t have to die. If you’d stood with me,

love for the women who died? You’re selfish, cruel, and venomous as a

her mint pheromones sharp as poisoned ice

him to see

cold snort, she forced a nonchalant look, though

wonder how did Adelaide know about the attack? Why risk her life to save you? Don’t call

perhaps,

cedar pheromones laced with contempt. “Did you see her? She dispatched

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“Ulrik!”

finally snapped, mint pheromones raging like a blizzard as

roared, “If you disdain me so, go to Adelaide! Test if she still harbors feelings for you! Defeat Lance

my place

red with fury, radiating a

a nerve, doesn’t it? You care nothing for the pack, only your First Gamma‘ title. The irony is, Adelaide