A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 817

Chapter 817

Third Person’s POV

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“Enough already, stop complaining. Don’t you still have a mate? Velda being sent away actually solves a massive headache for you.”

“As for that ‘betrayal‘ and ‘selling her out‘ you mentioned–what? Were you planning to cover up her crimes of slaughtering civilians? As her superior, failing to restrain her was a felony in itself. Besides, you have no idea what forces she was actually colluding with. If she truly committed treason, your entire Bloodmoon Pack would be purged. Do you understand?”

Ellen reached out and pulled the half–empty wine jar toward himself.

“Pull yourself together. Crawl back to your pack, wash yourself clean, and confess to Lycan Erasmus tomorrow. Then, start acting like an Alpha with responsibilities.”

Finished speaking, he reached for Ulrik’s remaining jar.

But Ulrik snatched it back, tilted his head, and began chugging violently, the sound of rhythmic gulping echoing through the quiet hall.

Then, he was gone. He passed out, face–planting onto the table in a drunken stupor.

At that moment, Ellen felt a wave of absolute regret. Heaven knew he only wanted to help because Ulrik looked so pathetic–he hadn’t expected the guy to be this much of a mess.

He immediately ordered a servant to ready a carriage, intending to personally deliver Ulrik back to the Bloodmoon territory.

All the way there, Ulrik couldn’t stop vomiting inside the carriage. The sour, rancid stench filled the cramped space.

Ellen roared in frustration, “Ulrik, you bastard! Remember this–you owe me a massive favor!”

When the carriage pulled up to the Bloodmoon gates, Ellen shouted angrily, “Someone get out here and carry your Alpha inside!”

Simon and several servants rushed out, craning their necks to look inside.

Ulrik was curled in a corner; the expensive velvet cushions were covered in vomit and murky wine, and his pheromones were completely out of control.

Simon felt incredibly embarrassed. He directed the servants to carry Ulrik into the estate, then bowed respectfully to Ellen.

“I am deeply sorry for the trouble we’ve caused you tonight. But… why did he drink himself into this state?”

Ellen snorted coldly.

“I don’t know. Ask him yourself when he wakes up. Right now, I have to go home and scrub my carriage,”

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When Ellen got home, Harriet didn’t hold back.

“Listen, I’m not forbidding you from bringing friends home for a drink. But someone like Ulrik? You shouldn’t even be in the same room as him, let alone bringing him into our house!”

She pointed at the carriage and demanded shrilly, “Look at the state of that! I was planning to visit Paisley in that carriage tomorrow–how am I supposed to go now?”

Harriet was usually quite nice, but the, 174

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Ulrik was mentioned, she used every nasty word in her

Ellen was helpless; he could only endure his mate’s lecture while spending hours scrubbing vomit out of the floorboards.

Meanwhile, the Bloodmoon Pack was experiencing its own turbulent night.

Once Ulrik regained a sliver of consciousness, Gloria lunged at him, her aura exploding with a mixture of grief and fury that filled the room.

“Do you have any idea?! I’ve been running around begging everyone to get you out of that dungeon! And the truth is you didn’t even want to come home!”

“If you really hate this pack that much, if you can’t stand the sight of me, then just reject me! I’ll move back to the Ironclaw territory tomorrow!”

“Look at what you’ve done! You’ve completely infuriated Lycan Erasmus. What happens to your career now? What happens to the pack? We don’t even have enough money to cover the daily operating costs right now!”

Ulrik stared blankly into the distance. No matter how much Gloria cursed him, his wolf didn’t even twitch.

He was numb, completely drained of hope or desire for life.

It wasn’t until Gloria was exhausted and collapsed onto the sofa that he slowly looked up.

“I’m going to the palace tomorrow morning to confess my mistakes to Lycan Erasmus,” he said, his voice flat.

“And then I’m resigning from all my positions.”

Gloria jumped up, pointing a finger at his nose.

“What did you say? You’ve completely lost your mind!”

The next day, in the palace study, Lycan Erasmus worked hard to suppress his explosive Lycan aura.

He looked down at the half–kneeling Ulrik, his voice like ice.

“Resign your military commission? Has that thick skull of yours actually thought this through?”

Ulrik bowed his head even lower, baring his neck in submission, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

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“I am guilty, Lycan Erasmus. I failed the trust you gave me, and I failed the Doyles.”

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