Third Person's POV
Velda grabbed a pillow and a blanket and threw them at Ulrik with all her might.
Her wolf claws tore through the fabric, leaving small, jagged rips.
She yelled, "Get out! Go find your Adelaide!"
Her eyes were blood-red with fury, and every word felt like a poisoned icicle.
Ulrik sidestepped the flying objects. He didn't look back at her, just turned and walked away.
His shoulders were tense, and his wolf hair stood on end from disgust. Each step he took was filled with cold determination.
Exiting the yard, he encountered Gloria, her eyes swollen from crying and lashes still wet with tears.
"So, the one you truly love is Adelaide. What does that make me?" she asked, voice trembling.
Ulrik, recalling the two omegas Gloria had lost, replied heavily, "I'm sorry I co
