Chapter 113
Third Person’s POV
Ulrik received five million.
As the general who led the werewolf warriors to the Southern Border, he certainly put in effort on the battlefield with a respectable kill count.
He also played a role in assisting Adelaide’s city–breaking assault, not a stellar contribution, but enough to claim some credit.
However, his failure to manage Velda nearly caused the mission to fail.
The team Velda led was not only annihilated but also suffered over ten captured members–a critical oversight on Ulrik’s part.
Having endured the whip punishment and other penalties on Velda’s behalf, he didn’t get a promotion this time, just the five million.
Rosemary was beside herself with rage when she heard the news.
While five million wasn’t pocket change, they had risked their lives on the battlefield, not for such a measly bonus.
She knew Ulrik had been a strong candidate for promotion, but due to Velda, he ended up with just this bonus.
The injustice of it all was almost too much to bear.
Already in poor health, the repeated blows and overwhelming anger caused her to faint one night.
The family urgently called a doctor, who managed to stabilize her.
Now, it was time to buy medicine from Shaman Digby, but the family coffers were empty. The money for the afternoon tea party had been borrowed.
The five million they now had, after debt repayment, left barely enough for medicine.
Rosemary was disgusted. She had exerted herself for the war only to end up like this. The more she once adored Velda, the more she now despised her.
Upon waking from her faint, she was livid to find Velda not by her bedside. “What a curse has our pack welcomed home? She not only prevents her mate from receiving credit but also lacks basic filial piety!”
“Mother, the doctor said you mustn’t get agitated. Your health is paramount,” Ulrik said gently, his brow lowered as he stayed by her side.
Rosemary’s decaying violet pheromones, mixed with the musty pine scent, exploded in the sickroom.
Her rapidly growing wolf claws shredded the velvet bed canopy, moonstone dust falling from her nails.
1/3
“Just look at what you’ve marked!” Rosemary exclaimed indignantly.
“Alpha Ulrik, has Velda truly been defiled?”
Sabrina, also sleepless, kept her mother company.
Lately, she had heard numerous rumors about Velda. Whenever she socialized with other noble young ladies, people often gossiped about the Bloodmoon Pack’s Luna, which infuriated her.
Now at the age to seek a mate, her pack’s Luna had become a laughingstock.
Ulrik frowned. “She is my mate and our pack’s Luna. You shall not address her by name.”
Ulrik asserted his Alpha aura, but whether due to his sour mood or exhaustion, it didn’t strongly threaten Sabrina.
She retorted with a twist of her neck, “A she–wolf marked by countless others is unworthy of being our Bloodmoon Pack’s Luna.”
“What did you say?!” Ulrik’s fangs extended.
This time, Sabrina didn’t push further. Provoking an Alpha when already in the wrong wasn’t wise.
She pouted and, seeing her mother was out of danger, plunked down on the bed. “Mother, Alpha Ulrik has his bonus. It’s high time he bought me summer clothes. It’s already June, and I’m still in last year’s outfits from Adelaide. Everyone’s mocking me.”
“There you go again with buying thing
s!”
Simon frowned, his tone full of helplessness. “Tamara’s in charge of the pack’s finances now. We’re already in the red. My bonus has to cover mother’s medicine and keep the pack running.”
As the youngest, Sabrina was always spoiled rotten.
Her parents and elder brother doted on her, with Simon never uttering a harsh word.
Now, hearing Simon scold her over this, tears instantly streamed down her face. “It was Alpha Ulrik’s foolishness to make this woman our Luna. Adelaide was so much better. When she was around, everything was perfectly arranged. The clothes and jewelry she provided were high–end, the latest trends.”
“Now, how long has it been since I got new jewelry? Has our Bloodmoon Pack really fallen on such hard times?”
She wiped her tears, crying even harder. “We spent so much on the bonding ceremony and gave Velda’s parents a fortune. What has she ever contributed to the pack?”
“Where does she even come from? She’s a werewolf raised by rogues, only here because of the Lycan King’s orders. She demands like a queen, without a clue about her own worth. Ugly and dark–skinned, I can’t fathom what our Alpha ever saw in her. He actually cast aside Adelaide for her.”
Tamara couldn’t endure it any longer and interjected, “You weren’t always so critical. You once eagerly
2/3
wanted Velda in the pack and said many
or do you just miss the clothes and jewelry she provided?”
C
