Chapter 411

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Third Person’s POV
25 Free Come
“You’re not as confident as you pretend to be, Velda. You’re actually full of guilt. You know the crime you committed in Snowdeer Town were evil. You slaughtered innocents like a beast, Ulrik said.
Velda burst into laughter suddenly. After the laughter subsided, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
“Foolish, truly foolish, Ulrik. Her scheme worked!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, I was guilty and feared they were Western Tribe wolves. But the moment their masks were removed, I knew it was Adelaide’s trick. She’s always harbored hatred for you but chose a way to make your entire Bloodmoon Pack indebted to her instead of direct retaliation,” Ulrik explained.
“Look at you now, taken in by her act. You even think she still cares for you. How could Velda sneered.
you
be
so naive ? ”
Ulrik watched her laugh wildly, his cedar pheromones sharp with icy disdain.
He remained unmoved by her words.
“If you hadn’t fed me those lies about ‘our future,‘ I might have trusted you. But now, I’d sooner trust a dog than utter a word you say. You’ve deceived me from the start. You dodged the truth about Snowdeer Town and still won’t come clean. Now you try to turn me against Adelaide.”
He leaned in close , cedar pheromones coalescing into a palpable aura.
“Do you think I’d believe you? Remember your cowardice that night? You abandoned everyone, using Gloria and the maids as shields. You wouldn’t open the door to their pleas–that’s not just cowardice, it’s bone–deep selfishness and cruelty.”
“The omegas and pack guards didn’t have to die. If you’d stood with me, I’d have faced death gladly. But you chose flight, sacrificing the entire pack.”
“You value your life above others. Yet you speak of ‘great love‘? Where was that love for the women who died? You’re selfish, cruel, and venomous as a snake,” Ulrik accused.
Velda’s face froze, her mint pheromones sharp as poisoned ice needles.
She hadn’t expected him to see through her so clearly.
With a cold snort, she forced a nonchalant look, though her pupils shrank to slits.
But Velda’s pupils instinctively narrowed into fine lines. “Think what you will. Any sane person would wonder how did Adelaide know about the attack? Why risk her life to save you? Don’t call it ‘kindness . She appeared just as you were in danger. That means she was lurking nearby all along,” she said.
“Dangerous for you, perhaps, but for her?”
Ulrik sneered, cedar pheromones laced with contempt. “Did you see her? She dispatched the attackers in moments. ‘First Gamma she–wolf? You should be ashamed- I am!”
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“ Ulrik! ”
Velda finally snapped, mint pheromones raging like a blizzard as wolf claws burst from her fingertips gleaming dangerously.
She roared, “If you disdain me so, go to Adelaide! Test if she still harbors feelings for you ! Defeat Lance and take her back!”
“I’ll yield my place to her gladly!”
Her eyes bled red with fury, radiating a desperate ferocity.
Ulrik regarded her coldly. “That strikes a nerve, doesn’t it? You care nothing for the pack, only your First Gamma‘ title. The irony is, Adelaide never coveted it–what you die to protect means nothing to her .
Velda slammed her fist into his face, shrieking hysterically, “Get out! Now!”
The force of her blow reopened her wounds, blood staining her sleeves.
Ulrik merely rubbed his cheek, disregarding her bleeding injury. “Evil deeds meet their reckoning. I face mine; you won’t escape yours. Beware the Western Tribe wolves you massacred, coming for you in the night.”
“Pathetic!”
Velda cackled maniacally. “I killed them in life; their death can’t touch me. Our enemies , soldiers or civilians, deserved death!”
“Beyond redemption! Why not fight on the front lines instead of slaughtering innocents?” Ulrik retorted.
“I was blind to choose you,” he added with a cold laugh.
“Reject me then! Dissolve our mating bond!” Velda screamed.
Ulrik’s voice turned glacial. “You hide behind Lycan Erasmus’s edict. To reject you would defy royalty. I won’t reject you. We’ll endure this, until one of us perishes. You disdain she–wolves? Then rot in the pack forever.”
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