A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702

Third Person’s POV

The past flashed through his mind like frames from a slow–motion, black–and–white movie.

Just like Digby said–did he know it was wrong? Of course, he knew.

But why did he do it anyway? Was it for some cheap shot of vanity? Or just to feel like he actually mattered in this twisted excuse for a family?

“Go home,” Digby said, waving him off like he was shooing a fly.

“It’s freezing out here. You’re the Captain of the Royal Guard; standing here begging at my front door like a stray just causes me trouble. It makes a mockery of the sacrifice Alpha Zander made for you.”

Shame hit Ulrik like a tidal wave, but Rosemary was still his mother.

He gritted his teeth, his voice barely a whisper. “Dr. Digby… I’m begging you. Just one bottle. Even if it just gets her through the New Year, please.”

“She doesn’t deserve it.”

Digby spat the words out, ice–cold. End of discussion.

Ulrik walked away from the center looking like a ghost–empty and broken.

Back inside, Galvin stepped out from the shadows.

He started organizing glass vials on a rack, looking confused.

“Why’d you give that werewolf the time of day? That’s not usually your style.”

Galvin was baffled. He’d worked for Digby for years and knew he couldn’t stand the idiots over at the Bloodmoon Pack.

Yet here he was, giving that weak Alpha a full–blown life lesson,

Digby let out a heavy sigh that sounded like it carried a century of weight.

“I just didn’t want people to think Airella was a fool for marrying her prized daughter off to him.”

He stood up and moved toward the fireplace, the flames dancing across his wrinkled face.

He rubbed his hands together to catch the heat.

“Even if she clearly missed the mark on his character, she shouldn’t have to listen to people mocking her judgment from the afterlife.”

“Besides,” Digby’s ‘eyes sharpened, “Ulrik isn’t a total lost cause. Alpha Zander lost an entire arm on the battlefield saving his life. If this guy doesn’t wake up and stop following his lunatic mother’s orders,

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Zander’s sacrifice was for nothing.”

Galvin nodded, but his gut told him there was more to it.

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“Is that really the only reason? Usually, when you hate someone, you don’t even bother wasting your breath on them.”

“Drop it,” Digby snapped, turning his back to the room. “I just hope… that my worries are misplaced.

Ulrik returned to the Bloodmoon pack empty–handed.

The people left at the mansion had already braced themselves for bad news. They’d been rejected a dozen times already; why would Ulrik going in person change anything?

Everyone knew that on Dr. Digby’s list of most–hated werewolves, Ulrik was definitely top three.

Rosemary lay in bed, her cloudy eyes glued to the door.

She knew her son had gone to beg for the meds, and she w

clinging to that one last shred of hope.

The door creaked open. Ulrik was holding a small, polished wooden box.

Rosemary’s pupils shrunk. She knew that box!

It was the custom cedar case Digby Medical Center used specifically for Danzel.

“You… you got it?”

She let out a raspy, ecstatic shriek, her hand–thin and clawed like a bird’s–reaching out for the box.

Ulrik stood by the bed, using the shadows to hide the look on his face..

He turned to Sandra, the omega maid. “Get some water. I’ll give Luna Rosemary her medicine.”

Sandra knew the truth. She gave the fake box a complicated look before turning to pour the water.

The pill dissolved into a murky brown liquid.

Rosemary snatched the cup, tilted her head back, and gulped it down.

But the second it hit her tongue, her expression twisted.

Something was wrong. The taste was way off!

Real Danzel had a signature, faint floral scent. This stuff was just vile and bitter.

“Bang-!”

She slapped the cup out of his hand. The brown liquid splattered across the rug, leaving a nasty stain.

“This isn’t Danzel!”

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