The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 243

Third Person’s POV

“Was your declaration of love for me back then just a momentary impulse?”

Velda’s wolf tail flicked beneath her skirt, knocking the Moon Goddess statue from the armrest.

The mint pheromones were thick with acidity, raising the hackles on Ulrik’s neck.

He remained silent, unable to answer.

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His initial affection for Velda had been genuine, but whether it was a fleeting impulse, he couldn’t say for

sure.

He recalled the snowy night at the Bloodscar Border when Velda, with silver–blue blood spattering her battle armor as she slit an enemy’s throat, had seemed the epitome of passionate love.

But true Alpha companionship, he now knew, should mirror Adelaide’s poise.

Ever since mating with Velda and Adelaide’s subsequent departure, a nagging regret had gnawed at him.

He remembered telling Elder Halsey, “I hope Adelaide doesn’t regret it,” all the while aware that the truly remorseful one was himself.

But had he loved Velda then? Undoubtedly.

Yet couldn’t a werewolf have multiple mates?

Many Alphas did, with breeders in tow. Adelaide, however, couldn’t accept it.

promise–now that Adelaide’s mother, Luna Airella, was gone, he

remarkable combat skills and strength surpassing

the battlefield alone, where he witnessed her commanding presence amidst a hail of

his silence, Velda gave a mirthless smile. “Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it? We both wronged Adelaide, yet why do I bear the consequences alone? You can still mate with Ironclaw’s

I’ve never hurt her. If you’re talking consequences, you should reflect on the Bloodscar Border incident–the connection between the civilians you slaughtered

“I’ve paid my dues!”

eyes flashing with cold light. “My warriors are dead or injured,

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you this–I hate internal family conflicts. I don’t

her threats and had a feeling that family life wouldn’t be peaceful. “If everyone

himself. We’re tied

Ulrik rose, leaving irritably.

his retreating back, tears welling up–she wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t let anyone see her

west–wing suite and saw the new

taken

was staggering–where was the poverty they’d always

down her cheeks. Her triumph

She’d lost.

bustling too, thanks

ceremony was tomorrow, but guests were already

mate passed away, the Hutchinson

her their child’s assets and an

her life alone, but she had refused to seek

her a large amount

that usually required a six–month advance booking, but she paid extra to secure a custom–made wedding