Third Person’s POV
The breath of the low–ranking marshals in the interrogation room grew shallow.
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Even though Velda’s scent was mostly suppressed by the silver chains, a residual force still leaked out, instinctively making them recoil a step.
Lucas picked up on her outburst immediately.
“Is that so? Well, if Ulrik didn’t know, then it was even more impossible for Alpha Zander to know.”
He turned to the clerk and jerked his chin. “Record that: Velda testifies that neither Ulrik nor Alpha Zander had prior knowledge.”
“NO!!!” Velda roared, the veins in her neck bulging. “I never said that!”
“There are plenty of wolf officials in this room listening,” Lucas said coldly. “You don’t get to change your story whenever you feel like it.”
Velda opened her mouth to argue, but the words died in her throat. She looked at the circle of stony–faced officers, then down at the silver chains already burning her wrists a raw, angry red.
Slowly, she lowered her eyes.
The defiance in her gaze didn’t vanish; she just pushed it down into a darker, deeper ce.
Her wolf let out onest low rumble in her chest before falling silent.
Lucas nodded inwardly. Alpha Lance had called it right.
With Ulrik’s confession on the table, Velda’s attempt to frame Zander fell apart.
Ulrik was themanding general of the Snowdeer Town op–if even he was in the dark, Alpha Zander couldn’t possibly have
known.
Velda was just Ulrik’s second–inmand; there was no scenario where she would bypass her direct superior to take secret orders from Zander.
This move had effectively blocked all her exits.
Velda sat in the interrogation chair and didn’t speak again.
She was thinking about Ulrik. Before her arrest, she thought things between them were dead and buried
He had chosen Adide; he had chosen his mating bond. Whatever they had was supposed to be a severed string from the past.
<i>Under </i>the crushing weight of the silver, her wolf instincts were dampened, but her sense of smell could still conjure Ulrik’s scent the scent that used to quiet her wolf.
On the day she was caught, she had dropped a single hint: Do you remember the promise you made at Bloodscar?
And he had gambled his entire career for her. In that moment, she realized he still loved her.
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That was why she had insisted Alpha Zander was the mastermind once she got to the Marshal’s office.
She had cleverly sensed that Lycan Erasmus wanted to protect Ulrik.
As long as her testimony kept Ulrik’s name out of it, he would be safe.
But she hadn’t expected Lycan Erasmus to abandon him. Even more, she hadn’t expected Ulrik to spill everything.
f he had just stuck to the script and med Zander, they might not have lost this round.
At the end of the day, she had a ce in his heart, but Adide was more important.
Whether it was guilt or genuine love, Velda didn’t know–maybe Ulrik didn’t even know himself.
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With thebined weight of the soldiers‘ testimonies and Ulrik’s own words, ndering Alpha Zander was useless now. There was only one thing left for her to do: save Ulrik’s life.
She looked up again. The wolf in her chest was still, not struggling, not howling–just curled up in the dark.
Her scent was faint under the silver’s suppression, but Lucas’s nose caught the shift.
The agitation was gone, reced by the t calm of total despair.
After a long silence, she finally spoke again.
‘Alpha Zander didn’t know. Ulrik didn’t know. Near Snowdeer Town, I ran into a squad of Western Tribe soldiers. After a skirmish, hey lost and retreated into the vige to hide. I ordered the sweep of the town to flush them out. As for the young wolf…”
‘I didn’t know his identity. I thought he was just a coward who had fled the battlefield to hide in the vige. I tortured him because his unit killed several of my men during the fight.”
The clerk’s <i>pen </i>didn’t stop. She didn’t skip the details of the abuse, but the clerk summarized it into a few clinical words.
This confession was for the Western Tribe’s eyes; there was no need to be overly graphic.
Velda continued, her voice tinged with a faint, lingering confusion..
“Once we took them, Pierce arrived with his army almost immediately. I was panicked. I didn’t understand why he would move an entire legion for one insignificant soldier, even ignoring the front lines to do it.”
“That was when I suspected the prisoner was someone important. I just didn’t realize it was the Crown Prince. I assumed he might. be Pierce’s son.”
She paused, her fingertips tightening slightly on her knees. The silver chains ground against her skin, chafing the raw welts, but she didn’t flinch. She seemed not to care.
“They had us outnumbered. If a fight broke out, we had no way out. But Pierce was actually willing to negotiate with me for that wolf. In my shock, I took a gamble and made a bold demand: redraw the borders and call a ceasefire. I didn’t think he’d actually do it. I just wanted to test how high that wolf’s rank really was. He didn’t hesitate. That was when I was sure the wolf was <i>his </i>son.”
The clerk kept writing, matching Velda’s narrative word–for–word with the testimonies of Brock and the other soldiers.
Pierce had said there was <i>no </i>need <i>to </i>return to the Bloodscar border to draft a new agreement because the two nations had already exchanged terms long ago–they had just been at a stalemate.
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Velda had seen those documents, she knew exactly what the Northern Tribe had always wanted a ceasefire and the border pushed back to its original lines, marked by the foothills outside Snowdner Town
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<strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.