A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Third Person’s POV

Before Christmas, the Bloodmoon Pack formally held the bonding ceremony for Ulrik and Velda.

As the future Luna of Bloodmoon, Velda’s ceremony drew significant attention.

Despite prior controversy surrounding Adelaide and Ulrik’s dissolved bond, the pair remained recognized by Lycan Erasmus.

Numerous wolf generals and royal members attended, filling the banquet hall with elegance and buzz.

Rosemary, eyeing the gift table laden with crystal champagne flutes and bespoke silverware, felt her spirits lift.

During the oath ceremony on the pack plaza, Velda stunned in a tailored wedding gown, her silver wolf–badge gleaming under

spotlights.

Rosemary beamed, recalling Ulrik’s mention that Lycan Erasmus credited Velda most for the Western Tribe peace treaty–a boon

to Bloodmoon’s reputation.

Yet as the ceremony commenced, chaos erupted.

According to the guest list, Bloodmoon Pack had arranged 200 seats in the pack plaza.

However, Velda invited over a hundred wolf warriors, who stormed into Bloodmoon’s pack plaza and instantly occupied half of

the tables.

As the future Luna, Velda was supposed to wait in the lounge for the first dance. Instead, disregarding the fishtail of her wedding

gown, she strode over to the main table and personally poured tequila for these wolf warriors.

Her laughter, mixed with military laughter, echoed through the hall, while the clinking of metal cutlery against plates drowned.

out the string quartet.

The seating crisis was the most pressing issue.

Royal guests, council members, and Alphas or Lunas from other packs stood awkwardly on the rose–decorated plaza, champagne

They watched helplessly as wolf warriors seized their seats

A Luna adorned with a pearl necklace frowned at the soldier devouring steak before her. Her tailored gown appeared overly formal and out of place in the winter setting.

Rosemary hissed at Tamara, “Didn’t you check the guest list?”

Tamara, flustered, struggled to respond. Seeing the royal guests‘ stern expressions, Rosemary realized the gravity of the

situation

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Tamara, unaware of the additional wolf warriors, hadn’t prepared enough seats.

Velda had deliberately removed the warriors from the guest list, deeming them “above formalities.”

The guests were stunned. Over a hundred undisciplined individuals had stormed in, claiming seats and helping themselves to food and drink, while jesting familiarly with the bride. The atmosphere was chaotic.

Some Alpha guests from powerful packs had never witnessed such a scene.

Bloodmoon, though not ancient, had a long–standing tradition. How could such disorder arise?

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A few guests, holding champagne flutes, waited politely for seating arrangements.

But as minutes ticked by, they grasped the situation.

A royal guest finally spoke, her handbag swinging gracefully. “Alpha Ulrik, apologies, but I have prior engagements. Congratulations on your ceremony.”

Ulrik was stunned. He hadn’t anticipated the soldiers‘ arrival.

Watching guests depart one by one, he felt each exit like a slap to the face–humiliated and furious.

He stormed over to Velda. “With me. Now.”

Velda, unfazed, winked at her comrades. “Hold the fort!”