Third Person’s POV
25 <b>Free </b>Come
“You’re not as confident as you pretend to be, Velda. You’re actually full of guilt. You know the crime youmitted in Snowdeer Town were evil. You ughtered innocents like a beast, Ulrik said.
Velda burst intoughter suddenly. After theughter subsided, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
“Foolish, truly foolish, Ulrik. Her scheme worked!” she eximed.
“Yes, I was guilty and feared they were Western Tribe wolves. But the moment their masks were removed, I knew it was Adide’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 exined.
“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<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Ulrik watched herugh 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’te clean. Now you try to turn me against Adide.”
He leaned in close<b>, </b>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 dly. 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 used.
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 nonchnt 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 Adide know about the attack? Why risk her life to save you? Don’t call it ‘kindness<b>. </b>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 pheromonesced with contempt. “Did you <b>see </b>her? She dispatched the <b>attackers </b><b>in </b>moments. ‘First Gamma she–wolf? You should be ashamed- I am!”
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Chapter <b>411 </b>
<b>“</b>Ulrik!<b>” </b>
Velda finally snapped, mint pheromones raging like a blizzard as wolf ws burst from <b>her </b><b>fingertips </b>gleaming dangerously.
<b>She </b>roared, “If you disdain me so, go to Adide! Test if she still harbors feelings for <b>you</b><b>! </b><b>Defeat </b><b>Lance </b>and take her back!”
“I’ll yield my ce to her dly!”
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 <b>your </b><b>First </b>Gamma‘ title. The irony is, Adide never coveted it–what you die to protect means nothing <b>to </b><b>her</b><b>. </b>
Velda mmed 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,ing for you in the night.”
“Pathetic!”
Velda cackled maniacally. “I killed them in life; their death can’t touch me. Our enemies<b>, </b>soldiers or civilians, deserved death!”
“Beyond redemption! Why not fight on the front lines instead of ughtering innocents?” Ulrik retorted.
“I was blind to choose you,” he added with a coldugh.
“Reject me then! Dissolve our mating bond!” Velda screamed.
Ulrik’s voice turned cial. “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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