A Female Alpha’s Revenge Novel – The council hall of the Bloodmoon Pack hummed with cedar and damp. I shrugged off my sweat-drenched silver fox cloak, my fingers absently tracing the Moon Goddess pendant at my throat. The bronze throne beside me yawned empty—Alpha Ulrik’s seat. Boots echoed on stone steps before the door burst open, snowmelt and pine scent flooding in.
I knocked over the mead jug, rising to greet him, amber liquid pooling over the sheepskin map. “You’re finally back,” I managed, my voice catching. A year ago, we’d pledged ourselves as mates before the pack. Then the Lycan King summoned him north. He never even marked me. Now, as I looked at him, my mind was a tangled web. My wolf let out a faint, rebellious snarl, catching a tangle of scents on Ulrik’s trail that made its hackles rise.
Now Ulrik stood armored and alive, his jaw set in that familiar stubborn line. “Adelaide, the Lycan King’s declared Velda will join the Bloodmoon Pack. I’ll mark her.” My wolf snarled low in my ribs, scenting the musk of another female on him. “Lycan Luna swore Velda was a warrior through and through. Will she kneel as a breeder?” As soon as I finished speaking, Ulrik’s cedar scent, laced with his Alpha aura, swept over me like a tidal wave.
He strode past me toward the throne, the tail of his sword scabbard scraping water-soaked stone and scraping up dark red moss. “I’m marking her as my mate,” his voice carried a sharp edge of anger. “She’ll be my second Luna, just like you—equal in the Bloodmoon Pack.” The silver chain snapped in my fist. The moonstone pendant clattered toward a rain puddle.