A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 402

Third Person’s POV

The remaining three intruders burst through the window like arrows, landing and half–shifting into lupine forms, their claws gouging deep grooves in the floor.

Inside, the sharp clang of bone blades and the piercing whistle of wolf claws filled the air.

But soon, Velda realized her mint pheromones were being overpoweringly suppressed by the assailants bloodthirsty aura.

Her bone sword was batted away by their icy–clawed hands, and the aura from their presence pricked painfully at the gland in the back of her neck.

She now saw that these black–clad figures were far beyond her ability to fight.

Panicked, she abandoned Ulrik and leaped out of the window, fleeing toward the outer courtyard.

She screamed, “Intruders! Intruders!”

Ulrik was furious–had she lost her mind? With so many in the pack, how could she lead the intruders straight into their midst?

The intruders, however, ignored Ulrik and swiftly chased after Velda.

Velda’s cries roused the Bloodmoon Pack, one by one lights flickering on.

The pack’s guards sprang into action, with some rushing out to alert the patrol teams and police station.

The intruders were after Velda, but leveraging her familiarity with the Bloodmoon Pack, she ducked and weaved, eventually taking refuge in Gloria’s courtyard.

Gloria had just run outside at the noise and saw Velda charging in.

to kill her, she retreated in fright and snapped, “What

gray–white fur, their chamomile pheromones thick with fear, legs trembling

instantly. With elbow blows powered by her semi–lupine str

bolted straight for Gloria,

loud “Bang!“, the door swung shut under her

at

shatter the windows

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the door closed, Velda’s

leap, she landed on the table, her bone sword held horizontally across her chest. Silver- — gray

storm–tossed cobwebs, careening through the cramped

of bone blades clashing and wolf claws

couldn’t hold them off, this door would

of her neck–the old wound from Solanke’s branding flared

of the Frostfang Pack’s massacre surged into her memory: pups drowned in blood,

coppery stench seemed to seep in through the door’s

Her howl caught in her throat, turning into a whimper. “For their Lycan prince and the villagers I

the Bloodmoon Pack just as they had the Frostfangs, their

her bone sword until her knuckles whitened, trying to steady

hid

could recover from her shock, black figures

plasma. Their pheromones, reeking of frozen earth, washed over the room

the door as

chamomile pheromones crystallized under the threat of death. They trembled before

of the omega girls. Silver–blue blood instantly sprayed onto the stone floor, the gushing blood soon trampled