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.

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

fur, their chamomile pheromones thick with fear, legs

mint pheromones sharpened instantly. With elbow blows powered

the omegas‘ sleeves as she bolted straight for

“Bang!“, the door

specially made at Adelaide’s

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

Chapter 402

moment the door closed, Velda’s pupils contracted

her bone sword held horizontally across her chest. Silver- — gray wolf hair prickled on her arms from

fluttered like storm–tossed cobwebs, careening

blades clashing

hold them off, this door would eventually be

the back of her neck–the old wound from

Frostfang Pack’s massacre surged into her memory: pups drowned

coppery stench seemed to seep in through

throat, turning into a whimper. “For their Lycan

the Bloodmoon Pack just as they had

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

as she hid here,

could recover from her shock, black figures crashed through the

reeking of frozen earth, washed over the room like a tide, clearly having torn through pack

fingers scoring shallow marks on the door as she spun and pounded on Velda’s room. “Velda, open up!

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

along the necks of the omega girls. Silver–blue blood