A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 657

**TITLE: Novel Male 657**
**Chapter 657**

In the midst of the chaos, Rosemary’s fury erupted like a volcano, her voice booming through the air. “If you can’t manage this pack, then get out! I’ll tell Simon to expel you right now! Get out of the pack!” Each word dripped with disdain, aimed directly at Tamara, who stood frozen in shock.

Tamara’s eyes widened, her heart racing as she processed Rosemary’s furious, contorted expression. The venomous words struck her like a physical blow, clearing her mind of all rational thought.

Staggering to her feet, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, as if the very ground beneath her was shifting. With each hesitant step toward the door, the weight of Rosemary’s rage bore down on her, making her feel small and insignificant.

“Get back here! I’m not done yelling at you! How dare you just walk away? How dare you suggest I pawn my jewelry? Have you no shame? You bitch, you absolute bitch!” Rosemary’s voice cracked as she watched Tamara turn her back, the raw anger spilling over into a torrent of curses that echoed in the hall.

“Someone grab her! Don’t let her run away!” Rosemary shouted, her desperation palpable.

Yet, despite the urgency in her voice, the sight of Tamara—trembling, unsteady, and fragile—seemed to freeze the onlookers in place. She resembled a delicate vase, ready to shatter at the slightest touch, and no one dared to intervene.

“Tamara, wait! Let’s talk this through,” a few voices murmured, but their words fell on deaf ears. Tamara was lost in her own turmoil, each step taking her further away from the confrontation and deeper into her own despair.

As she walked, her mind was a whirlpool of thoughts. Just ahead, she spotted Gloria, heavily pregnant and leaning on an omega for support, waiting at the end of the hallway. The sight sent a shiver down Tamara’s spine, the memory of Gloria handing her the scissors earlier replaying in her mind, igniting a flicker of fear.

“What is the meaning of this? Why did you only buy two doses? Didn’t I tell you to buy seven or eight for backup?” Gloria’s voice dripped with irritation, her frown deepening as she confronted Tamara.

Tamara felt her heart race, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Gloria, we don’t have the funds for that right now. Ulrik and I discussed it last night. You’re supposed to manage the pack, and he’s only contributing thirty percent of his salary to the public fund. We need to figure out how to handle our expenses,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

“Only thirty percent?” Tamara’s mind began to clear, the sting on her cheek reminding her of the confrontation. She instinctively covered her face, her incredulity evident. “Thirty percent? How can we possibly cover our daily expenses with just that?”

Gloria’s annoyance flared. “Why wouldn’t it be enough? We’ve always managed! The pack survived even when Ulrik wasn’t earning as much, didn’t it?” she argued, her tone defensive.

Tamara swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. “Are you saying that if Ulrik contributes only thirty percent, you and Velda’s omegas, along with the house staff, will be supported by you two personally? How does that even make sense?”

Upon piecing together the events, Simon’s heart sank. The revelation that Tamara had asked Rosemary to pawn her jewelry to cover pack expenses felt like a slap in the face—a subtle yet cutting implication that he was failing to provide for his family.

“What in the hell is wrong with you?” he thundered, his voice booming as he turned to Tamara, who stood before him, pale and shaken. “You asked Rosemary to pawn her jewelry to cover pack expenses? Are you insane?”

Tamara lifted her head, her pale face betraying the turmoil within her.

All she had wanted was a moment of understanding, a chance for Simon to listen to her side of the story. Instead, he was unleashing his anger upon her, not even pausing to inquire about her perspective.

The last flicker of hope within her turned to ice, chilling her to the core.

Simon grabbed Tamara’s arm, his grip firm and his voice rougher now. “Stop standing there like an idiot! Come with me now and go apologize to Rosemary!”

The command hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, as Tamara felt the weight of her world crashing down around her.