A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

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“Consider this as a gift for our mating and a thank you for your hard work in caring for Mother these past few days. Emm, just accept it,” Ulrik said as he turned to look at Rosemary on the bed, his cedar pheromones carrying a hint of warmth for his elder.

“Mother, how are you feeling today?”

Rosemary was also taken aback by her son’s actions, her aged pheromones slightly rippling.

In response to his question, she said, “Sabrina has been working hard to care for me. I feel a bit better today and should be able to get up and move around tomorrow.”

“Why not let me help you up now?”

Ulrik unveiled the covers and reached out to assist her, his movements embodying the respect an Alpha holds for their elder.

Seeing this, Sabrina finally put down the jewelry box containing the ruby headpiece and picked up the box Ulrik had given her. Opening it, she found a golden bridal hair crown inside.

She picked it up–its considerable weight and decent design briefly satisfying her, though a tinge of criticism still crossed her mind.

The workmanship pales in comparison to the Golden Jewelry Store.

Though disappointed, she acknowledged it was gold and decided to keep it.

She then looked up at Ulrik, her pheromones softening as she said, “Thank you, Alpha Ulrik.” noveldrama

“Try it on and see how it looks,” Ulrik casually suggested as he helped Rosemary to her feet.

Before Sabrina could even place the crown on her head at Rosemary’s vanity, she heard a gasp of shock from behind, the cedar pheromones tightening abruptly. “Ulrik, what are you doing?”

Sabrina spun around to see Alpha Ulrik no longer assisting Rosemary but instead holding the ruby headpiece.

Her heart leaped into her throat, her wolf claws growing uncontrollably as she screamed in fury, “Ulrik what are you doing?”

Ulrik indifferently replied, his cedar pheromones suddenly as sharp as a blade, “You’re a breeder in the Glenweil Pack now and can’t wear such a headpiece. I’ll return it for you.”

With that, he turned and left, his fingers whitening around the jewelry box.

Sabrina let out a howl, her wolfish silhouette flashing as she lunged after him, her claws n air. “Give it back”

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Ulrik, however, had already utilized his werewolf agility to leap forward, cedar pheromones carrying an urgent gust as he raced toward the Golden Jewelry Store.

Determined to return the item and retrieve the money before the store closed, Ulrik found it still open. though nearly empty.

The capital had no night curfew, but after dark, the jewelry store saw no high–profile customers and thus closed its doors.

The air still carried the faint luminescence of various gemstones and a light woody fragrance.

Ulrik became the Golden Jewelry Store’s last customer of the day.

The same manager from before greeted him. Upon learning of his intent to return an item, the manager remained as cheerful as ever, his pheromones steady and composed.

The manager’s demeanor eased Ulrik’s embarrassment. Expecting a difficult process, Ulrik was relieved when the manager promptly processed the return after inspecting the ruby headpiece.

The cedar chill in Ulrik’s pheromones began to fade as the full refund of thirty–six million eight hundred thousand dollars was processed without deduction.

Clutching the check, Ulrik’s knuckles whitened with the force of his grip.

The manager escorted him to the door, bowing with pheromones of well–measured respect. “We look forward to your next visit.”

Ulrik glanced back at the store’s sign, vowing never to return.

His remaining dignity had been shattered here.

His cedar pheromones, thick with humiliation, almost took tangible form as he returned to the pack.

Upon his return, the pack was in chaos.

Sulfurous and iron–rich pheromones collided fiercely in the air like two blazing wildfires.

Sabrina, realizing she couldn’t catch up to Ulrik, concluded that Gloria must have pressured him into returning the headpiece.

She rushed to Gloria’s courtyard. Her silver–gray wolf claws cut through the air as she slapped Gloria with all hermight. Her sulfuric pheromones burst like sparks.

Gloria, having recently spent a fortune on the headpiece for Sabrina only to be neglected by her mate, was already seething with resentment.

At Sabrina’s unprovoked attack, her iron–gray pupils narrowed instantly, and she retaliated with a slap of her own. Iron–infused pheromones, carrying suppressed fury, lashed back.

The two wrestled instantly, their wolf claws glinting menacingly as they tore at each oth swirled chaotically in the air like boiling venom.

When Ulrik returned to the pack, the omegas had just managed to separate them.

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Both were disheveled, their hair disarrayed, clothes clawed and torn, faces marked with scratches and slap

marks.

Their wolf ears drooped, a sorry sight akin to street brawlers. Pheromones swirled in the air like muddy

water.

Rosemary sat panting in her chair, her aged cedar pheromones surging with icy anger.

She glared at Gloria, “She’s about to mate. How will she show her face with her face all bruised?”

Gloria, sitting on the ground, wailed and trembled with grievance.