A Female Alpha’s Revenge (Adelaide) novel Chapter 672

**TITLE: Novel Male 672**
**Chapter 672**

In a moment that felt charged with unspoken tension, he broke the silence. His voice, low yet undeniably authoritative, cut through the murmurs like a knife. “Stop. Everyone shut up.”

As soon as his command echoed in the air, an almost palpable energy, characteristic of the Bloodmoon Alpha lineage, radiated from deep within him, enveloping the room in an eerie stillness. It was a silence that felt heavy, as if the very walls were holding their breath, waiting for what would come next.

“When Tamara returns, she will take full control over every matter concerning the pack, whether it’s significant or trivial.”

He continued, his resolve firm. “My entire monthly salary will be deposited into the pack’s account, and Tamara will have the authority to determine how those funds are allocated.”

Gloria’s expression shifted instantly, her demeanor freezing over like a winter’s night. The sharp scent of her Ironclaw she-wolf essence flared violently around her, a clear signal of her displeasure. “I won’t agree to that. Absolutely not. Why should you bear the burden of funding everyone’s needs all by yourself?”

Ulrik felt the weight of her words pressing down on him, and he struggled to keep his wolf at bay. His shoulders trembled slightly, a physical manifestation of the tumultuous emotions swirling within him, as if the events of the night had struck him like a blow. “Because we are the ones who spend the most, and because I owe this pack a great deal.”

Gloria lifted her chin defiantly, her eyes cold and unyielding. “That’s your debt, not mine.”

“Then I’ll repay it using my own salary.”

The image of Tamara leaping from the bridge flashed through Ulrik’s mind, a haunting reminder that sent a chill down his spine. The thought of losing her stirred a primal fear within him, causing his wolf to retreat, cowering in anxiety.

Yet, paradoxically, that very fear fueled his determination. “Look, you will receive the monthly allowance that is rightfully yours. Tamara will handle all arrangements for food, clothing, and everything else. The pack’s omegas will be compensated from the Bloodmoon fund. If you desire better clothing or fancier meals, then you’ll need to cover those expenses from your personal allowance.”

“Tamara will only shortchange herself; she will never shortchange you.”

Gloria’s reaction was visceral, as if she had been struck. A surge of rage mixed with the sharp pheromones of the Ironclaw Pack erupted from her, filling the room with an electric tension. “Ridiculous! Why did I, the sister of Ironclaw’s Alpha, join your pack? To survive on a meager monthly allowance?”

With a hand resting protectively on her swollen abdomen, her voice turned cruel and biting. “I can endure hardship for myself, but my child will not. You need to wire at least $200,000 into my account every year. If you don’t, I won’t keep this baby.”

The air grew thick and icy, as if the very essence of the room had frozen in disbelief.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP!”

Rosemary’s fist slammed against the bed frame, an explosion of authority emanating from her, momentarily paralyzing everyone in the bedroom. Her face was a mask of fury, a storm brewing behind her eyes. “Everyone out, now. Simon, you’re to go to Digby Medical Center tomorrow morning and bring her back. Her behavior tonight is utterly unforgivable.”

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