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.”

forcing

narrowed to bloodshot slits, her wolf tooth pendant burning hot. “How dare you slap such

the sandalwood table beside her. “But I witnessed you

silver light–a sign of

back. “Is…

welled with

silently, unsure if they were

Carla’s eyes reddened, but ho

musk and decay pheromones exploded. “She long suffered from illness and chose Greenwood for

so–called soothing pheromones reeked of lies. “She once wished to pray to the Moon

emblem blazed under her leather coat, her wolf claws piercing

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the breeder and neglecting the mate onto

tail’s flame sigil ignited–a mark of

you to meddle in the Blue

“Hmph!” Paisley sneered.

Hope you meet the same end–dying alone, children nowhere

insolence? Cursing royal family members is treason. I’ll spare you today for your ignorance, but next

“How formidable, Luna Maya!”

her death isn’t? She was gravely ill, yet you served

“What mating dissolution certificate?”