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.

there to kill her, she retreated in fright and

ears bristling with gray–white fur, their chamomile pheromones thick with fear, legs trembling like autumn leaves, still spread their arms

instantly. With elbow blows powered

the omegas‘ sleeves as she bolted straight for Gloria, her wolfish form

door swung shut under her

specially made at Adelaide’s request, etched with wolf–runes to suppress Alpha

easy for intruders to shatter the windows or doors as before with their bone

Chapter 402

Velda’s pupils contracted

held horizontally across her chest. Silver- —

pheromones fluttered like storm–tossed cobwebs,

of bone blades clashing and wolf claws tearing through flesh from beyond the

hold them off, this door would eventually be splintered by

back of her

massacre surged into her memory: pups drowned in blood, wolf elders nailed

stench seemed to seep in through the door’s

Tribe…” Her howl caught in her throat, turning into a whimper.

through the Bloodmoon Pack just as they had the Frostfangs, their sulfur–reeking

sword until her knuckles whitened, trying to steady her chaotic

hid here, she would

recover from her shock, black figures crashed

dripped with warm plasma. Their pheromones, reeking of frozen earth, washed over the room like a tide, clearly

screamed, her wolf–tipped fingers scoring shallow marks on the door as she spun and pounded on Velda’s room.

the threat of death. They trembled

whistle, left two cool trails along the necks of the omega girls. Silver–blue blood instantly sprayed onto the stone floor, the gushing blood soon trampled into a dark red