A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386

Third Person’s POV

Cloria looked at Ulrik as he pulled her down to her knees.

She felt freezing cold. Even though it was June, the chill from the floor kept seeping into her knees.

But she had to bow her head and apologize, shakily saying “I’m sorry.”

As a female wolf who had mated twice, she couldn’t bear the guilt of making the Alpha’s mother sick, no matter how wronged and reluctant she felt.

Her mate, who had been angry and ready to stand up for her earlier, now only felt regret. There was no hint of wanting to get back the ruby headpiece.

Her heart felt half–frozen.

Rosemary sighed, “That’s enough. You may all leave. Sabrina, stay and take care of me.”

Ulrik said, “Mother, let Gloria stay. She usually takes care of you.”

“No, I want her out.”

Rosemary still looked angry and breathed quickly. “Make sure the Ironclaw Pack members keep quiet and don’t spread rumors.”

She had to act furious.

Otherwise, this incident would be used against the Bloodmoon Pack.

Gloria felt bitter and left the room numbly.

Ulrik tried to stop her, but she shook him off and kept walking.

If he had chased her to hold hands like Lance and Adelaide did, then the money spent might have seemed worth it.

She had experienced the intimacy of intertwined fingers, a warmth that made her feel valued and loved.

What she desired was not just polite respect, but the unique closeness between mates.

Ulrik watched her leave and felt uncomfortable knowing she used Eugene’s compensation.

He was also annoyed and went to the study alone.

Gloria waited in the room for a long time, hoping he would comfort her, but instead heard from an omega that he had already retired to the study.

She covered her face with her hands as tears streamed through her fingers.

She recalled what Christine had said to her coldly earlier when she went to get the check. Those words made her feel both icy and burning, as if tortured between ice and fire.

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As Christine handed her the check, she looked down at her with disdain and said, “Remember, you’re not worthy of his compensation. And never forget what you’ve done to wrong him.”

Those words dragged up memories she had tried to bury, exposing them cruelly before her.

She regretted some things, but it was too late.

She had made a momentary mistake and wanted to forget, so why did Christine have to remind her so deliberately?

Outside the window, a “snicker” sounded. She jumped up and demanded, “Who’s there?”

Velda’s mocking voice came through, her minty pheromones sharp as ice shards, “Congratulations! you’ve made yourself a laughingstock.”

“You…”

Gloria clutched her chest. Her iron–gray pupils shrank with anger, and her suppressed iron–ore pheromones exploded. “How dare you? A breeder… a breeder mocking me?”

Her wolf claws faintly emerged but couldn’t fully shift due to her weakness.

“Hmph, this breeder has been well–compensated by the Bloodmoon Pack.”

Velda laughed, her wolf fur under her pauldrons slightly bristling with contempt. “Since joining the Bloodmoon Pack, I’ve eaten the best, used the best. No one dares mistreat me, and I’ve never subsidized anything.”

Her pheromones carried the cold, battle–hardened aura of the battlefield, sharp as ice–forged blades.

With that, she left leisurely amidst Gloria’s furious gasps.

The mix of cedar and mint swept over the threshold, momentarily stifling Gloria’s breath.

In the entire Bloodmoon Pack, only she could stand aside and mock others.

Providing Sabrina’s mating gift?

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