A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Ulrik’s breath was heavy in the cold air, his pheromones sharp with cedar.

His wolf claws curled inside his gloves, knuckles cracking.

He strode toward Velda with steady, powerful steps, each one a heavy beat on the ground, radiating undeniable authority.

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“Come with me to the Stormridge Pack,” he said in a deep, strong voice. His vertical pupils contracted, releasing Alpha aura to crush her resistance.

Velda jerked her head up, her pheromones mingled with mint’s coolness and a wolfish whine.

Her eyes gleamed with stubbornness under the moonlight, her wolf claws slightly opening at her sides, nails piercing her gloves. Moonstone–like shards glinted in her palm.

“No,” she said, her voice cool and resolute, mint pheromones slicing through the air.

Her wolf roared silently in her mind, fighting to break free.

Ulrik stood in the yard, his eyes as dark as night, pheromones surging like pre–storm waves.

His wolf claws trembled at his sides, barely containing his rage.

“If you won’t come willingly, I’ll take you by force,” he said, his voice low but resolute.

“Will you walk on your own, or shall I tie you up and make you apologize with a whip on your back?” His cedar pheromones pressed down on her.

“Dare you?” Velda’s voice rose, mint pheromones sharp as blades. Her claws fully opened, nails digging into her palms.

She could no longer hide her feelings. Mint pheromones, carrying her anger, shot at Ulrik like arrows.

“What crime have I committed for merely speaking, that I must apologize in person?” Her voice wavered, a wolfish whine carried by the night wind.

Ulrik glared at her, his pupils contracting to silver slits, pheromones slicing the air like ice.

“You know full well what you’ve done,” he said, cedar pressure in his pheromones.

“For your actions, not just an apology, but death would be justified,” he added, exhaustion lacing his voice

He glared at the omega nearby and roared, “Get out!”

His pheromones surged, scaring the omegas into fleeing the yard.

Velda looked at him, tears in her eyes, mint pheromones sharp with emotion.

“Have you no shred of the past in you? You clearly despise me now,” she said.

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“I thought you were the noble and brave person you claimed to be, but you’re not!” His voice carried exhaustion, showing utter disappointment.

“So why did you mate with me in the first place?”

Ulrik was nearly shattered, his pheromones stormy.

“I was a fool! I misjudged you!” he roared at Velda, pupils contracting to silver slits.

“I thought you were noble and brave, but you’re not!”

Velda covered her ears and shouted, “Shut the fuck up! You were the one who misjudged–you thought Adelaide would accept me, which was why you mated with me.” noveldrama

“But Adelaide couldn’t stand your lover. Your so–called love for me was nothing but fleeting infatuation.”

“Ulrik, you’re heartless and ungrateful. I was totally wrong about you!”

Ulrik’s face drained of color, as if she’d struck a hidden nerve.

He stepped back, Adams‘ apple bobbing, but found himself speechless.

The night wind swept snow into their faces, as if even the Moon Goddess mourned this tragedy.

He straightened, his tone icy, “I won’t argue about the past, but today you’re coming with me to the Stormridge Pack. And you’ll compensate that person whose limbs were broken yesterday. Otherwise, prison awaits.”

“Don’t lie! I didn’t hurt anyone yesterday!”

Velda suddenly remembered something. “Was it Gloria who accused me?”

Ulrik snapped, “Don’t play dumb! You caught the trash–dumper yesterday and broke his limbs. He’s reported it to the Judiciary. At today’s morning meeting, the Lycan King criticized our pack for poor management and condoning violence against civilians. In the entire Bloodmoon Pack, who else but you is so ruthless?”

Velda’s face flushed with anger. “It wasn’t me! I didn’t leave the yard yesterday! Ask your beta or my attendants if you don’t believe me!”

She suddenly calmed, coldly eyeing him. “Why not ask Gloria if she’s behind this.”

Ulrik immediately waved it off. “Impossible! Gloria is gentle and kind. She could never do such a cruel thing.”

Velda’s heart froze. “So in your eyes, only I’m capable of cruelty, while Gloria is as pure as the Moon Goddess. Ulrik, you’re right–you’ve misjudged me.”