A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 717

Chapter 717

Third Person’s POV

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The winter wind howled, cutting across the skin like a jagged blade.

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The moment they stepped outside, Gloria shivered from the biting cold. Without a word, Ulrik stripped off his heavy wool overcoat and draped it over her shoulders.

Gloria froze.

She looked up at the Alpha standing before her. His scent, lingering in the fabric of the coat, wrapped around her, and for a split second, her rage simmered down. But sentiment couldn’t change the cold, hard reality: Bloodmoon was flat broke.

“Ulrik, you know exactly what kind of hole we’re in,” she said, pulling the coat tighter around her, her voice sharp with desperation.

“I’m not stopping you from selling off the family assets to pay the debts. But if you give that jewelry back to Adelaide, we’re going to have to cough up hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash just to fill the gap in the books!”

“Don’t you dare call me selfish!” Gloria’s eyes welled with tears. “Look at this pack! I have to think about our future! How are we even supposed to put food on the table after this?”

Ulrik stared at her. In the past, he probably would have caved.

But after everything, he finally understood: if he didn’t start making right on his wrongs, he didn’t deserve to be an Alpha.

He didn’t argue. Instead, he released a sudden, heavy wave of Alpha aura that instantly silenced Gloria’s hysterical shouting.

“I’ll find a way to make money, I don’t care what I have to do,” he said firmly. “But the things that belong to other people are going back. This isn’t your call to make.”

He turned on his heel and strode back inside. Gloria reached out to stop him, but her hand caught only empty air.

She stood there, stunned. Usually, she was the one who called the shots on internal affairs; this was the first time Ulrik had ever shut her down.

A toxic mix of resentment and anger spiked in her pheromones before she finally stomped her foot and stormed off into the blizzard.

Inside the house, the manager from the antique firm gave his final quote on the estate items: $1.3 million.

That price excluded Adelaide’s jewelry.

To an average werewolf family, $1.3 million was a fortune, but for a pack that used to be royalty, it was pocket change. Ulrik wired every cent to Vanya. After the transfer, he was left with about $200,000–the very last of the Bloodmoon’s cash reserves.

If they were careful, they might just survive the winter.

By late afternoon, Ulrik walked the appraisers to the edge of the territory.

He knew the news of him liquidating his inheritance would be the talk of the noble circles by tomorrow, but he was beyond caring.

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9:31pm

Chapter 717

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As he turned to close the gate, a clear voice called out from behind him, “Alpha Ulrik!”

Ulrik stopped and turned.

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A middle–aged male wolf was standing a short distance away. His eyes were calm as a still lake, and he gave off no scent at all–it was like he was made of air.

Ulrik narrowed his eyes, his guard up. He didn’t recognize this man.

“Excuse me, who are you?”

The man was Raven. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored deep blue wool coat, looking more like a sophisticated university professor than a conspirator.

He stepped forward with a slight nod.

“Alpha Ulrik, I wanted to offer my condolences regarding the tragedies involving Rosemary and Gloria.”

Ulrik instinctively took a half–step back, his body tensing as a low, wary growl rumbled in his chest.

“Thanks. But since you haven’t given me a name, we won’t be hosting you today.”

“I’m Raven,” he said, his eyes projecting nothing but sincerity.

“I’m from the Silverlight Pack. Luna Skye sent me personally to check on you. Given the… unpleasantness between you and Gamma Adelaide, Luna Skye felt a personal visit might be misunderstood.”

Ulrik paused. He’d rarely met the core members of Silverlight, but he’d definitely heard the name “Raven” mentioned before.

“Tell Luna Skye I appreciate the gesture,” Ulrik said, his voice heavy with regret. “I’m the one who failed Airella and her expectations.”

“The wind is too sharp for a real talk out here,” Raven said, gesturing toward the packhouse.

“Would I have the honor of coming in for a coffee? Luna Skye has some… private matters she wished for me to relay to you.”

Ulrik thought about it. After the rejection, Luna Skye hadn’t joined the chorus of voices bashing him. Meeting with a member of her pack once or twice shouldn’t draw too much attention.

“Fine. Come in,” Ulrik nodded, leading him inside.

In the biting wind behind them, several pairs of eyes hidden in the shadows silently recorded the entire encounter.

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