A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405

Third Person’s POV

If not the Western Tribe’s wolves, then who would target her?

Only they would harbor such intense hatred.

Yet, even if these invaders weren’t from the Western Tribe, they could still be hired killers.

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The pack doctor arrived with herbs and healing salves, their bitter wormwood and silverleaf scent wafting through the air.

Ellen directed them to prioritize the severely injured. “Tend to the wounded first, then ask questions,” she ordered.

Ulrik had over a dozen bone–deep wounds on his shoulder and arm, blood trickling down his muscles, clotting into dark red scabs before it could drip.

His Alpha healing ability was working overtime, the wounds edged with healthy pink and closing visibly.

Rosemary trembled at the sight of the wounds, tears streaming down her face. “How cruel! Who could do this?”

Ulrik remained silent, cedar pheromones forming a faint barrier around him.

He couldn’t identify the invaders but was certain they were after Velda.

But a sharper question nagged at him—why did Adelaide come herself tonight? The Blackthorn Pack had plenty of skilled fighters. Sending someone like Avery would have been safer.

Her presence gnawed at him like an icy wolf claw, leaving a sour ache.

From the moment Velda used him as a shield to Adelaide’s dagger saving him, he realized no amount of pride or grudges could outweigh her actions tonight.

Even as the doctor’s herbs filled the air, he barely noticed Ellen’s question.

Gloria’s cries pierced the silence.

He looked up to see servants carrying out an omega’s body, a trail of blood marking their path.

Gloria sat trembling, her wolf ears flattened with grief.

The Bloodmoon Pack’s guards were dead or wounded, the scene one of utter chaos, reeking of blood and fear.

“Ulrik, have you seen these people before?” Ellen asked again, her silverleaf pheromones u

him on.

He shook his head. “Never.”

As he spoke, the deepest wound on his left arm had already scabbed over, leaving a faint red line.

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Chapter 405

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Ellen frowned, her gaze sharp. “Tell me what happened tonight. Now that they’re dead, we can’t get information from them.”

Ulrik glanced at Velda, who was bandaging her wounds alone.

Her inint pheromones were heavy with gloom, blood on her face dried into dark stains.

The wounds on her arm were still bleeding, healing much slower than Ulrik’s.

The average werewolf’s regenerative ability was clearly no match for an Alpha’s.

Ulrik recounted the events without reservation, confirming that the attack was targeting Velda and that the casualties in the pack were a direct result of her locking the door.

As he spoke, Gloria suddenly stood and confronted Velda, slapping her across the face.

She screamed through her tears, “Why did you lock the door? If you hadn’t, they wouldn’t have died!”

Velda’s head snapped to the side from the force of the blow.

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