A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 788

Chapter 788

Third Person’s POV

Christine had given her a harsh lashing with words, warning her that as a Luna, she needed to exert her authority during a crisis to protect the pack.

Gloria, completely stunned by the scolding, slunk back to the pack house, yet she continued to dump all pack affairs onto the aging Alpha Isaiah Turner.

Once word of this got out, the noble circles of the capital were rife with mockery for the Bloodmoons.

Meanwhile, the protective barrier at the edge of the Bloodmoon territory flickered almost imperceptibly as Christine arrived with her trusted subordinates.

The moment she stepped into the packhouse, she commanded Gloria to hand over the roster of every omega in the pack.

“What do you need those for?” Gloria asked, looking utterly lost.

“To find a way to save Ulrik, obviously,” Christine replied coldly.

Gloria tried to press for details, but Christine cut her off impatiently.

“I’ll explain later. Right now, do exactly what I said. Now!”

Gloria had no choice but to comply. She handed over the list and retreated to her master bedroom.

Christine flipped open the roster and immediately summoned the Bloodmoon head butler for a one–by–one interrogation of the omegas‘ backgrounds, focusing heavily on the servants who attended to Velda.

Once she had a grasp of the basics, she called in the sentries for questioning.

Christine’s logic was surgical: if Velda had smuggled intel out while under house arrest, it had to have happened in the last few months.

By centering the timeline on the arrival of the Western Tribe’s diplomatic papers, she could drastically increase the accuracy of her search.

Initially, a sweep of the entry and exit logs for the omegas revealed no glaring red flags.

According to the butler’s memory, ever since the assassination attempt on Velda within the manor, she had become pathologically paranoid, refusing to let any male wolf enter her courtyard.

Even when heavy supplies needed moving, she insisted on supervising personally.

She was terrified of a surprise attack by a strange male.

Consequently, Christine crossed every male omega off her suspect list.

A conspiracy this high–stakes required a level of trust Velda would only place in her inner circle.

Christine began questioning the remaining female omegas: Had they seen any of Velda’s personal maids leaving the grounds alone? When? Had anyone spotted them meeting strangers?

Chapter 788

The servants struggled to recall the minutiae of the past few months.

Their accounts were messy, filled with irrelevant chatter.

It wasn’t until late into the night that Christine finally struck a vein.

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One servant remembered the day Rosemary passed away. The butler had taken a group of them into the city for supplies.

He recalled seeing Lydia–one of Velda’s personal omegas–having afternoon tea with a she–wolf.

On the surface, this was perfectly normal social behavior for low–ranking omegas,

However, Velda, who was usually hyper–vigilant, had actually attended that funeral.

Christine pressed for details about the ceremony.

Sure enough, witnesses reported seeing Velda exchange a few private words with Tina Barker away from the crowds.

And Tina’s maid happened to be the one Lydia had shared tea with that very afternoon.

The name “Barker” wasn’t foreign to Christine.

Tina Barker was a relative of Aireanna Barker–the breeder heavily favored by Hunt Shuman.

Christine had looked into Aireanna’s background previously due to the scandals involving Willow at the Southern Border.

Every piece of the puzzle finally snapped into place.

“Seal the territory immediately,” Christine ordered with decisive authority. “Detain the omega named Lydia and bring her to the interrogation room!”

Once Lydia was brought in, Luna Christine dismissed everyone except her most trusted maid, Jemma.

She intended to handle this personally.

Under the dim light, Christine’s gaze was as cold as a corpse.

Lydia, though she knew Christine was in the manor, had no clue what was being investigated; her face was a mask of panic and confusion.

t wasn’t until Christine brought up the afternoon tea before Rosemary’s funeral that Lydia’s face went pale. She broke down in

ears.

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