A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

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As Rosmary thought more, she became more convinced. “Velda must have threatened Adelaide. Otherwise, with Adelaide’s wealth, why would she bother to send someone to collect fifty thousand? She wouldn’t care about fifty thousand, or even five hundred thousand.”

Ulrik snapped back to reality. “Don’t worry. Velda can’t threaten Adelaide,” he said.

Rosmary fretted, “Even if she can’t threaten Adelaide, what if she purposely says something to upset her and badmouths you to the Ironclaw Pack? That could ruin everything.”

Ulrik shook his head, but inside, he was bitterly amused. He thought, “If Adelaide did intervene, it would mean she still had feelings for him.”

He even hoped she would.

Then he jolted himself back to reality. What was he thinking?

Adelaide and Lance’s wedding was set. Even if she still had feelings for him, they were likely filled with

resentment.

After the messy dissolution of their mating bond, how could she not hate him?

But what if she did still care…

Ulrik’s thoughts swirled, his heart pounding.

He’d always refused to admit his regret, but he knew deep down he was very regretful. He’d once gone to great lengths to court Adelaide, only to discard her like a worn–out cloth.

Now he realized her worth, but it was too late–she was about to become someone else’s mate. noveldrama

And he, it seemed, was getting his comeuppance, marrying someone who’d lost their mate before. He used to think his love for Velda was steadfast. Now he wondered what that had truly been.

Ulrik eventually went to see Velda. He was tired of the constant arguing. They needed to talk things through.

His cedar pheromones frosted the hallway as he walked.

Pushing open the door, his wolf ears caught the mint and wolfsbane stench–a sign of Velda’s lingering fever.

In the room, Velda lay on the sofa, wrapped in a beast skin blanket with blood–moon totems. Silver–blue blood seeped from the scars beneath her black veil.

Since her cheek was slashed by Solanke’s men at the southern border, her wolf soul often whimpered like a pup on full–moon nights.

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She curled up, her wolf tail restlessly sweeping under the blanket and knocking over a Moon Goddess

statue.

She had custom–made e veils in various colors and refused to leave home without one or a wide–brimmed

hat.

Previously, she was always combative, ready to argue with him.

Today, though, she se listless. She barely glanced at him before looking away.

The omega beside her spoke up, “Alpha, you’re finally here. She’s been sick for two days.”

He focused on the scars visible beneath her veil, the wolfsbane–burned gashes mirroring the wounds in his heart. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

Velda turned away, ignoring him.

Today, neither had the energy to argue.

After sitting in the chair for a long time, Ulrik finally spoke in a deep voice. “Valentin came to collect a debt today.”

Velda’s eyes instantly turned cold. The omega had already briefed her.

She spun around abruptly. The silver thread on her veil hissed through the air.

Her pupils slit into bloodlines beneath the shadow, and her mint pheromones exploded with sulfur. “What are you implying? Accusing me of causing a scene at the Frostfang Pack?”

“What exactly did you do at the Frostfang Pack?” Ulrik’s wolf claws burst from his sleeves, his knuckles pressing against the old wound in his palm.

Beneath the black veil, a mocking smile tugged at her lips. “What else? I went to confront them, to demand why Adelaide didn’t save me that day, driving a wedge between us and leading you to bond with someone else.”

Ulrik became anxious. “Haven’t I already explained? It had nothing to do with her. The Western Tribe’s werewolves were all massed on the mountain. Charging in blindly would have been suicide.”

Ulrik’s cedar pheromones suddenly turned chaotic as he recalled Adelaide standing at the mountain’s foot, her silver spear gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Velda sneered. “You certainly defend her well. The way you look at her–do you still har feelings for her?”

Ulrik’s face darkened. “What are you talking about?”

Ulrik’s wolf released his Alpha aura.

Though Velda was defiant, after swearing allegiance to the Bloodmoon Pack, her wolf couldn’t resist her Alpha aura.

She bowed her head under the pressure but bit her lip tightly.

After a while, Ulrik eased the aura.

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“What a pity,” she said, turning away and clutching her blanket tighter. “You have feelings for her, but she doesn’t give you a second thought. She even told me, ‘What is Ulrik to me? In my eyes, he’s nothing”

Ulrik felt a dull ache in his heart as if struck by a heavy weight.

He looked at the swan pattern on the carpet–swans playing in the water, their postures intimately entwined. The sight stung his eyes.

What was he to her now?

Indeed, what was Ulrik to her heart?