A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Gloria stormed back from the Jewelry Store, screaming like a maniac. She was such a shrew, as bad as Velda.

She claimed she’d get a check from the Ironclaw Pack, but her tantrum was truly disheartening.

“Who told her to put on airs? She has no one but herself to blame,” Rosemary muttered, her mood sour.

She glanced at Sabrina and said, “Stay clear of her these days. You don’t want to be her next target for a tirade.”

Sabrina, sitting on Rosemary’s bed, perked up her silvery–gray wolf cars and snorted with a hint of pride, “I’d never bother her. Before she joined the Bloodmoon Pack, I thought she was something special, even daring to compare assets and wedding gifts with Adelaide.”

“Now she can’t even come up with tens of millions. How pathetic. Though she’s still better than Velda. When Alpha Ulrik mated with Velda, we gave so much cash, yet her personal assets were pitiful.”

“I’ve never seen such stinginess, and she’s supposed to be Lycan Erasmus’s chosen one,” Sabrina’s pheromones carried a faint sulfurous stench, like a sharp thorn.

After ranting about Gloria and Velda, Sabrina turned to Tamara, her pupils narrowing in disdain, “Tamara’s been sick and neglecting everything. She hasn’t even prepared my personal assets after my mating. I wonder what she’ll give me. I’d better not expect much; she’s the poorest of them all.”

Rosemary was annoyed by the talk of her three sons‘ mates, none of whom seemed presentable.

Her aged cedar scent turned sharp as ice, “Enough. Shut it.” noveldrama

Sabrina fell silent instantly, her wolf ears drooping in fear.

The light cast on her face, sans baby fat, made her look particularly sharp. Her eyes still held a flicker of

contempt.

Meanwhile, Tamara trembled in her room.

When she heard Gloria hadn’t returned and the shop assistant was waiting, she grew anxious. Her fingertips showed faint wolf claw shadows from her nerves, which quickly faded.

She feared Gloria couldn’t gather the money and would ask everyone to chip in again.

But Tamara had little cash left. Most of Adelaide’s jewelry had been pawned.

She heard Gloria had gone wild, and found out Sabrina bought a ruby set worth tens of millions at the Golden Jewelry Store.

Her pupils shrank in rage. This was pushing the Bloodmoon Pack to the brink!

Hearing Gloria was the one to buy it, she was so shocked her mouth hung open.

Hlad Gloria lost her mind?

Didn’t she know their situation?

Spending tens of millions on jewelry so carelessly, and borrowing from the Ironclaw Pack if short?

What a disgrace to their pack.

Vanya also gossiped about it. With such a huge fuss, who in the pack wouldn’t know?

Vanya shook her head, her cold fir scent tinged with detached indifference. “The Bloodmoon Pack is doomed sooner or later.”

Around eight in the evening, Gloria trudged into the Bloodmoon Pack’s territory.

Her eyes were puffy, makeup smudged, hair loose. Iron–gray wolf fur stuck to her cheeks. Her face bore a clear slap mark.

The cold iron ore pheromones of the Ironclaw Pack mixed with desperate moisture, almost tangibly so.

Actually, Eugene’s compensation was kept by her mother in the Ironclaw Pack.

To get the money, she had to withdraw it.

The government issued a check for $20 million in compensation.

Generally, low–ranking werewolf generals don’t receive this much. However, Eugene distinguished himself on the southern border and his death deeply saddened Lycan Erasmus.

Thus, the full $20 million was granted. Sibyl didn’t take a cent and gave it all to her.

When she left the Hutchinsons, she vowed not to remarry.

Sibyl, fearing loneliness, gave her the cash and two shops.

But when her mother learned Gloria wanted the money for Sabrina’s jewelry, she slapped her.

Gloria knelt, begging her mother and Christine, her knuckles whitening, half an inch of wolf claw emerging.

Finally, after her mother’s word, Christine issued the check, though her look was filled with disdain.

That gaze, like a venomous wolf claw, tore at her…

Today, she’d lost all respect.

She glanced at the check, her trembling fingers betraying her humiliation and exhaustion, then handed it to the clerk.

The clerk checked it under a lantern, bowed, and left.

After the clerk left, Gloria collapsed to the ground, her wolf ears drooping.

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Holding the omega, she let out a muffled howl, weeping bitterly. The iron ore pheromones mixed with a bloody, rust–like scent.