A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 410

Third Person’s POV

“I don’t know where Alpha Lance is. But of course, I wouldn’t harm him. Since Alpha Lance isn’t here and he’s Lycan Erasmus’s own brother, Lycan Erasmus will protect him. But you’re different. We’re with you now, not Alpha Lance. Naturally, we’re looking out for you.

Tad pondered for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. “Five days. After five days, I’ll tell Victor that it was Alpha Lance who advocated for abandonment, and you two can testify to that.

Abbot and Stewart were taken aback–five days?

And they were to tell Victor that Alpha Lance advocated for abandonment? That would let Victor know Lance had come to Frostbite Town.

Could Lance rescue Eugenius in five days?

Capital City.

On the fourth day after the attack on the Bloodmoon Pack, Adelaide was summoned to the palace.

The Capital Police and patrols hadn’t questioned her yet, which didn’t surprise her.

The police and patrols would investigate using information from the Bloodmoon Pack and report to Lycan Erasmus once progress was made. Only then would he summon her.

As Adelaide entered the palace, Ulrik, who had been nursing his injuries for days, finally struggled out of bed.

His cedar pheromones rippled with pain as his movements tugged at his wounds.

He headed straight for Velda’s room, each step carrying the heavy aura of an Alpha, as if cracking the earth beneath him.

He had been bottling up this rage for days. Though his injuries were superficial, they were deep and skeletal.

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The dozen claw marks were crusting over at the speed typical of an Alpha’s healing, with new tissue. crawling along the edges of old wounds.

He knew that as a werewolf warrior, if he were left with chronic issues, he would lose all value, perhaps. even his position at the Capital Police.

Velda had also been lying low for days. Her injuries were minor, and while a regular werewolf’s healing ability couldn’t match an Alpha’s, it was enough to form scabs.

She could have gotten out of bed days ago but chose to linger, unwilling to move.

The Bloodmoon Pack had grown hostile toward her. Even omegas eyed her with fear and disgust, avoiding her mint–like pheromones as if they were a plague.

Yet, no one dared neglect her meals or medicine.

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Chapter 410

After all, she and Ulrik were mated by Lycan Erasmus’s direct order, a relationship no one could easily undermine.

But after that fateful night, Ulrik’s distance was palpable. The warmth they once shared had frozen into cedar–scented chill.

So when Ulrik stormed in, Velda was mentally prepared.

Her mint pheromones instantly froze into a barrier, her pupils narrowing into vertical slits in the shadows.

Ulrik yanked her out of bed. A momentary shift from his rage revealed silver–gray wolf claws piercing his palm.

His ashen face bristled with gloom, cedar pheromones laced with sulfurous fury. “Why did you push me out there? When disaster struck, did you want me dead? Is this your idea of safeguarding our future?”

Velda glared coldly, her mint pheromones sharp as ice shards. “The attackers never intended to kill you. That’s why I pushed you out. Do you think I wanted you to die for me? The attackers were after me that night, yet they held back from killing you. Have you wondered why?”

Her pupils, more vertical with emotion, gleamed like poisoned icicles.

Ulrik shoved her back onto the bed, the bedboard groaning under the weight.

His cedar pheromones surged, Alpha aura crashing down on Velda. “Save your excuses. I’m sick of your lies. Even if the attackers didn’t want to kill me, I couldn’t have dodged. When you pushed me out, you gripped my arms so tightly I couldn’t even defend myself. Velda, you’re heartless.”

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