A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 80

Third Person’s POV

Velda knew the Western Tribes had no history of abusing prisoners.

If they wanted to torture her, they would have done it already. noveldrama

But soon, her glimmer of hope was extinguished like a burst bubble.

Outside, a roaring bonfire cast a warm, orange glow on the snow, but the cabin remained cold..

The door burst open with a loud crash, and a towering figure, radiating powerful Alpha aura, slowly entered.

Even though he had his back to the bonfire outside, Velda instantly recognized Solanke, the Western Tribes‘ commander who’d signed the Bloodscar Border treaty with her.

Velda trembled like a leaf, pressing against the wall, her eyes wide with terror.

She recalled Solanke’s imposing presence during the treaty–signing, how he’d agreed to her terms without hesitation, only demanding the immediate release of his men.

The process of negotiating and signing the treaty with him was surprisingly smooth and quick. Some clauses were agreed to by him without hesitation, and he only set one condition: the captured personnel must be released immediately upon signing.

He’d seemed reasonable then, making her think the Moon Goddess favored her.

But now, Solanke was grim, his eyes filled with a murderous rage she’d never seen before.

His mere gaze sent a chill through her soul.

Solanke slowly removed his gloves and tossed them aside.

“Take them down and use any means necessary. These are the wolves who harmed your brother. I memorized their faces on the day of the treaty,” he said to Dominic.

Dominic, eyes blazing with hatred, growled, “Understood. I’ll avenge him.”

Turning to Velda, he coldly asked, “And what of her?”

Solanke’s lips curved into a cruel, heartless smile. “I’ll handle her personally.”

Dominic nodded and ordered, “Drag them out and castrate them. I want to hear them beg.”

Hearing this, everyone’s faces drained of color, their bodies limp with fear.

Yet, as werewolf warriors, their pride kept them from begging.

Except for Velda, who trembled and pleaded tearfully, “Solanke, we have a treaty! We’re in a peace period. You can’t hurt me! Let me go, and we can renegotiate the border agreement.”

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Chapter 80

Veldal Brock, being dragged out, roared in anger.

You shameless coward! You’re unworthy of being a Gamma.”

Solanke glanced at Brock indifferently. “We Western Tribes keep our word. The border is settled, no need for changes.”

The Western Tribes had already suffered greatly and wouldn’t risk their reputation by attacking the Bloodscar Border again.

As Brock was dragged away, his look of contempt told Velda he’d likely never return.

He shouted, “You’re a disgrace to our kingdom and the Freeman family!”

Dominic, seeing this, stamped hard on Brock’s hand.

Dominic sneered, “What Freeman pride? Where was your shame during the Bloodscar Border massacres? Where was your shame when you humiliated a prisoner?”

To Dominic, these wolves were unforgivable and deserved death.

Brock, enduring the pain, clenched his teeth and didn’t utter a sound.

He turned pale and trembled uncontrollably.

When the door slammed shut, only Velda and Solanke remained.

Velda curled in the corner, attempting to plead once more.

But Solanke silenced her with, “Your begging will only make your death uglier. Since Alpha Bentley’s demise, you’ve left Alpha Lance as the sole option. How blind your Lycan King must be to rely on you. What have you done? You’re nothing but a beast obsessed with slaughter and glory.”

The phrase “beast obsessed with slaughter and glory” shattered Velda’s pride.

Outside, screams of agony echoed, terrifying Velda to the brink of fainting.

She knew what horrors were unfolding–the same horrors she’d once inflicted on Dominic, the Western Tribes‘ prince.

Once, this memory had filled her with satisfaction; now, it only filled her with dread.

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