A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Those present were slightly surprised, but Eugene had a pretty good idea of what this was about. It seemed Gloria had made good on her words that day,

He was also investigating the assassination attempt on the Bloodmoon Pack, so he nodded and said, “Sure, let’s go to my study.”

Sibyl asked uneasily, “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Christine smiled. “Eugene’s back from the Southern Border, and I wanted to ask him about… the situation there. It’s not the kind of thing I can discuss with just anyone, so I had to come to him.”

Christine deliberately left her words hanging, intending for them to think she wanted to inquire about whether Tad had taken a lover.

After all, it’s natural for a mate to worry about such things when their significant other is away.

Sibyl caught on and smiled, “Go ahead then.”

Eugene’s study was spartan, featuring a large black desk and a matching armchair.

Two bookshelves brimming with books flanked the room, with several swords hanging on the walls and a battle axe in the corner.

Two chairs were positioned before the desk, one on each side. Eugene gestured for Christine to be seated and took his place across from her.

Christine wasted no time in getting to the point, “Gloria has spoken to you, hasn’t she?”

Eugene, a man of integrity, had no intention of concealing anything. “Yes, she mentioned that the Bloodmoon Pack was attacked, and two of her maids were killed. I’ve looked into it and found some leads. The intruders targeted several individuals in the Bloodmoon Pack, but their main aim was Velda.”

Christine shifted the conversation. “Did she tell you she intends to dissolve her mating with Ulrik and get back together with you?”

“She did mention that,” Eugene confirmed.

“If she dissolves the bond, would you really re–mate her?” Christine pressed.

Eugene fell silent for a long while before meeting her gaze, his eyes brimming with helplessness. “I used to think so. After all, I was the one who let her down first. If she couldn’t make it work with Ulrik and wanted to return to me, I felt I should take responsibility. But after learning certain things, I’ve become conflicted. I believe you’re aware of these matters too. That’s why you’re here today, isn’t it?”

Christine was taken aback. “You know? How much do you know?”

Eugene met her gaze, struggling to voice the words.

This concerned a man’s dignity. He didn’t know how to begin.

“Do you know it all?” Christine asked, studying his expression.

“I can’t say for sure if I know everything.” Eugene replied.

He took a deep breath and asked directly, “Did she develop feelings for my cousin after I left for the Southern Border? Did they exchange tokens of affection?”

“Tokens of affection?” Christine echoed, unfamiliar with this detail.

Eugene rose and retrieved a drawer from behind his desk, producing a charm pendant. “I found this under the bedside of her former room, lodged between a bedpost and the wall. I recognize it–it belongs to Melvin.”

He gave a wry smile. “Finding it under the bed suggests she might have taken it out at night to look at, always thinking of him. When did she start harboring feelings for Melvin?”

“I always thought our relationship was strong. I never noticed she had someone else on her mind. Christine, you must have known about this, right?”

At his words, a bitter taste rose in Christine’s mouth.

This man was too simple–minded, never entertaining the slightest suspicion. Upon discovering the pendant beneath the bedside, he assumed Gloria had taken it out in the middle of the night to gaze upon.

A man who had escaped captivity, established a scout team, and accomplished so much should have been skeptical of every situation.

Yet, he had never doubted Gloria.

Christine averted her gaze from his bitter expression and laid out the facts, “About half a year after you left for the Southern Border, she returned and knelt before Luna Cynthia, pleading to stay in the Ironclaw Pack for a month. At the same time, she begged Luna Cynthia for medication to terminate her pregnancy.”

Eugene dropped the pendant, his face drained of color. “What?”

Christine turned away and continued, “Luna Cynthia called me over. Gloria was in tears, saying that on your grandfather’s birthday party, she had drunk too much and retired to her room. Melvin, also staying at the Hutchinson residence and similarly intoxicated, wandered into the backyard by mistake. She, suffering from a headache, had gone out to seek a servant…”

“All the servants in her room were assisting in the front yard, leaving the two drunken individuals to… She claimed it was a mistake, that she had mistaken him for you–that’s what she told us at the time.”

The details were the most hurtful part, so Christine spared Eugene the specifics.

Gloria had not elaborated on the incident when she first returned either, only giving a vague account. It was only after Christine pressed/her that more emerged.

In reality, Gloria had not mistaken Melvin for Eugene. She knew it was Melvin.

But after a long period of loneliness and with the aid of alcohol, seeing Melvin’s handsome figure and hearing his drunken ramblings about Eugene, she had leaned in and kissed him.

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Christine’s words felt like a hammer blow to Eugene.

His mind went blank. For a long while, he was speechless.