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

gray–white fur, their chamomile pheromones thick with fear, legs trembling like autumn leaves, still spread their arms to shield Velda, attempting to emit faint calming

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

the omegas‘ sleeves as she bolted straight

loud “Bang!“, the door swung

made at Adelaide’s request, etched with

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

Chapter 402

door closed, Velda’s pupils

lupine leap, she landed on the table, her bone sword held horizontally across her

mint pheromones fluttered like storm–tossed cobwebs,

the muffled sounds of bone blades clashing and

off, this door would eventually

of her neck–the old wound from

Frostfang Pack’s massacre surged into her memory: pups

coppery stench seemed to seep in through the

throat, turning

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

her bone sword until her knuckles whitened, trying to steady her

long as she hid

from her shock, black figures crashed

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

her wolf–tipped fingers scoring shallow marks on the door as she spun and

of death. They trembled before Gloria, ears bristling. “Don’t

intruders‘ claws, slicing through the air with a sharp whistle, left two cool trails along the necks of the omega girls.