A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 294

Third Person’s POV

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Adelaide felt her moon mark flare with silver–blue sparks. Her cedar pheromones, icy and sharp, targeted Crispin. “Nothing! If you truly cared, why not visit her yourself?”

Her pupils slit like ice under candlelight, her Alpha aura from the Shadowfang Pack causing the crystal chandelier to tremble and shed dust.

Crispin’s wolf ears trembled in fear as he glanced at Germain for help–only to see his father’s indifferent, bristling gray fur and his dragon musk pheromones laced with suppressed decay.

“I… couldn’t get away from the academy,” Crispin stammered, embarrassed.

“Is that so?” Adelaide’s claws dug unconsciously into the armrest. “Was the entire Blue Abyss Pack too busy to send more than two omegas to care for her?”

Her aura made Liz’s hot cocoa bubble. “Without Doctor Digby’s help, how long could she live on wolf blood at the convalescent center?”

Liz’s pheromones swirled under her skirt. She stood up, brushing against Carla’s shoulder. Her mint pheromones carried anger. “I didn’t expect Luna Adelaide to meddle so much.”

The Moon Goddess totem on her earlobe suddenly dimmed, a sign of her guilt.

Adelaide’s gaze cut like a blade. “I never knew there were such unfilial daughters in this world.”

Liz, forcing her recently grown wolf

tooth pendant burning hot. “How dare

Adelaide’s claws shattered the sandalwood

silver light–a

staggered back. “Is… she…

welled

unsure if

reddened, but ho tears

the armrest. His dragon musk

pheromones reeked of lies. “She once wished to pray to the Moon

emblem blazed under her leather coat, her wolf claws

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on the breeder and neglecting the mate onto

flame sigil ignited–a mark of the

Germain’s face darkened. “Who are you to meddle in the Blue Abyss Pack’s affairs? She went willingly, and the pack

“Hmph!” Paisley sneered.

Hope you meet the same end–dying alone, children nowhere to be found. Then see if your lies

from? Why such insolence? Cursing royal family members is treason. I’ll spare you today for your ignorance,

“How formidable, Luna Maya!”

to her death isn’t? She was gravely ill, yet you served her a mating dissolution certificate. What proof is that? It’s clear you wished her

“What mating dissolution certificate?”