A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 679

**Chapter 679**

In the aftermath of Tamara’s tragic demise, the Bloodmoon Pack found itself in a precarious position, desperately in need of leadership.

Rationally, the mantle of responsibility should have fallen directly onto Luna Gloria, the sister of Ironclaw Alpha. As the pack’s reigning Luna, it was her duty to oversee the finances and manage the staff, a role she had prepared for her entire life. However, when she finally mustered the courage to delve into the accounts, the reality that greeted her was nothing short of a nightmare. Her heart raced as she confronted the grim truth: the pack’s public funds were nearly non-existent.

Years of poor decisions had led to this dire situation, with Isaiah, in a bid to patch up various financial crises, having divested the pack of its valuable businesses and properties long ago. All that remained in the ledger were the unavoidable expenses looming on the horizon: salaries for the staff, heating bills, final payments for winter clothing, and pre-purchased festive supplies—all set to drain the scant resources they had left.

Gloria’s gaze was fixed on the account book, her fingers curling tightly around its edges, the whiteness of her knuckles betraying her rising anxiety. The thought of dipping into her personal savings to rectify this colossal mess sent waves of indignation coursing through her.

“No way,” her inner voice screamed defiantly. She had no intention of being seen as the fool who cleaned up the pack’s debts. What she craved was the title of “administrator,” a position that would allow her to stand proudly before her family and the Parliament, not as a desperate debtor.

With a firm grip on the silver plaque that represented her authority over pack management, she took a deep breath, steeling herself before heading to Vanya’s wing.

Vanya was still enveloped in the heavy shroud of grief, mourning the loss of Tamara. When Gloria entered, she assumed that this visit was meant for discussing funeral arrangements. But instead, she marched in with a determined stride, slamming the management plaque onto the table with a force that echoed in the room. “I can’t handle these affairs anymore. I want you to take charge of the Bloodmoon Pack.”

The silver plaque spun dramatically across the tabletop, coming to a halt right in front of Vanya.

Vanya froze for a moment, her mind racing as she processed the insult. Tamara had barely been laid to rest, and here was Gloria, already eager to shift the burden of responsibility onto someone else’s shoulders. A wave of anger surged within her, igniting her usually gentle spirit.

In a flash, she snatched up the plaque and hurled it back at Gloria. “You are the Luna of the Bloodmoon! This is your responsibility. If you don’t manage it, who will?”

Without waiting for a reply, Vanya stormed out, her footsteps echoing with fury as she made her way to Rosemary’s room.

As she walked, she contained her scent, careful not to alarm the other werewolves in the vicinity. Yet, by the time she reached Rosemary’s door, the pent-up resentment and fury erupted from her chest like a volcano.

Pushing the door open forcefully, her voice was icy and unyielding, starkly contrasting her usual demeanor. “We need to split the household.”

Rosemary, already simmering with her own rage over Tamara’s death, nearly choked on her words. “Isn’t the public already gossiping about the Bloodmoon Pack enough? If we split now, what will people say about us?”

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