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.

was there to kill her, she retreated in fright and snapped, “What do you

pheromones thick with fear, legs trembling like autumn leaves, still spread their arms to shield Velda,

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

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

loud “Bang!“, the door swung shut

courtyard’s doors and windows had been specially made at

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

Chapter 402

door closed, Velda’s pupils contracted

sword held horizontally across her chest. Silver- — gray wolf

mint pheromones fluttered like storm–tossed cobwebs,

hear the muffled sounds of bone blades clashing and wolf claws tearing through flesh from

off, this door would eventually be splintered by

sudden sting in the back of her

her memory: pups drowned in blood, wolf elders nailed

to seep in through

throat, turning into a

would rip through the Bloodmoon Pack just as they had the

sword until her knuckles

hid here,

Gloria could 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

chamomile pheromones crystallized under the threat of death. They trembled

a sharp whistle, left two cool trails along the necks of the omega girls. Silver–blue