A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Velda sneered, “If you want an explanation, ask the invaders. I didn’t kill them.”

“You locked the door, which led to their deaths!” Gloria accused.

Velda retorted coldly, “How about this? You were blocking the door, and your omega guards were in front of you. That’s why they were killed. You’re the one who got them killed.”

“You’re lying!” Gloria shouted.

Velda, with her hair partially obscuring her face, revealed a gloomy expression as she looked at Gloria. “So many pack members rushed here, yet the invaders didn’t harm them. They only killed your omegas because they were protecting you, and you happened to be in the way.”

“If I’d locked the door to keep you out, they wouldn’t have killed you. But instead of leaving, you kept banging on the door. How dare you say it’s not your fault they’re dead?” Velda’s words hung in the air.

Gloria recalled the scene and realized Velda might be right.

At that moment, she had been standing in the doorway, and the two omegas, though trembling with fear, had shielded her.

The invaders had intended to kill her, but Ulrik had arrived just in time to save her.

The thought that she might have caused their deaths overwhelmed Gloria. She collapsed to the ground, her body limp and tears streaming uncontrollably.

Ulrik, listening to their exchange, remembered what Velda had said before the invaders arrived. It was almost laughable how he had almost believed her.

Now, hearing her shift all blame onto Gloria, he saw through her ability to distort the truth.

Before the attack, she had claimed to act in their future’s interest, yet when danger struck, she used him as a shield.

Her ruthlessness was evident.

No wonder she justified village massacres as necessary for achievement, believing that murder and arson were trivial if beneficial to her.

Selfishness was her only concern.

Even if she gained power, she would never elevate the status of she–wolves but would only elevate he

If

How could he have left Adelaide for such a selfish woman?

Ulrik’s heart sank like a stone in an icy well. He trembled with rage, wishing to strike her down.

But he had to wait until the Capital Police’s questioning was done to settle accounts with her.

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The Capital Police arrived promptly. After Emerson briefed them, he discussed with Ellen from the Ironthorn Army. They decided the Police would take the attackers‘ bodies for processing.

With the case in legal hands, testimonies became crucial.

Although Ellen had already questioned everyone, the Police needed to conduct their own inquiry.

To evade answering, Velda pretended her injuries were severe and fainted, carried back to her room by

servants.

Everyone was left to clean up the mess.

After responding to all questions, Ulrik finally collapsed from exhaustion.

Gloria instructed the servants to help Ulrik rest.

Vanya, upon learning Adelaide had saved them, confronted Rosemary, usually indifferent to the Isaiah family’s affairs. She demanded, “How did you treat her in the past? Today, she saved all our lives. Aren’t you ashamed? Will you still speak ill of her?”

Rosemary was left speechless by Vanya for the first time.

The night’s peril had terrified her, and she was yet to recover.

But her pride wouldn’t let her show it. After several attempts to compose herself, she managed a strained sentence, “How did she even know the Bloodmoon Pack was under attack? What if she’s behind it? The authorities are still investigating. Don’t make unfounded accusations!”

Vanya scoffed, “So she staged an attack to kill you, then saved you to owe her a debt? To use the

you think?” Bloodmoon Pack’s pride against you, so she can profit from your gratitude? Is that what

After saying this, Vanya turned and left, wiping away tears of frustration–for Adelaide and for herself.

She began to consider leaving the Bloodmoon Pack.

Tamara had just found her footing, but Ulrik’s two women–one venomous, the other foolish–were dragging the pack down.

Leaving the pack seemed the only way to preserve its integrity.

Yet, what would they have outside? The Bloodmoon Pack’s assets had long been liquidated. Departure now would leave them homeless, unable even to afford shelter. Renting was out of the question–how could they arrange their children’s bonding ceremonies then?

But staying on the territory was equally pointless.

Over the years, the Isaiah family had squandered their wealth, and getting even half back was in

ible.

Isaiah was ineffectual, Simon worse, and Wilmot like a street hoodlum.

Vanya’s heart ached. How could they continue like this? It was truly agonizing.