A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 404

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide stood tall in a light–gray battle robe, the pack’s totem embroidered at the collar. Her boots, reinforced with iron armor, clicked against the ground. The loose sleeves flapped in the wind, accentuating her upright posture.

Yet, her features still carried a lethal aura, and her clothes were splashed with the invaders‘ dark red blood, like crimson flowers on white silk.

At the height of everyone’s shock, Emerson stepped forward.

His pheromones wavered with nerves as he tried to stay calm. “Bind them and hand them over to the police station.”

“Call a doctor! Quickly!”

Rosemary rushed over, her blood–stained hair gleaming dully under the light.

She supported the pale Ulrik, her pheromones sharp with terror. “Where are you hurt? Where?” she fretted.

Ulrik’s eyes were bloodshot. Though his wounds were mostly superficial, the wolfsbane–laced cuts caused excruciating pain.

His cedar pheromones mixed with the sulfurous stench of agony, his breathing heavy and labored.

When Velda used him as a shield, he had braced for death.

But Adelaide arrived just in time.

A whirlwind of emotions hit him–relief from his brush with death, and anguish from destiny’s cruel

twists.

Dragging his bleeding leg forward, his wolf eyes gleamed with an ethereal blue light. “You came to rescue me. How could you? You still care about the Bloodmoon Pack’s safety, and about me, don’t you?”

pupils shimmered with frost under the dim light. She glanced at Emerson’s

carried the aura of Arctic tundra. “As the Ironthorn

hope. “You do care

His cedar pheromones surged.

raised an eyebrow. The moonstone pendant at her

at city hall. Once these invaders are bound, send them straight

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fingers brushed the wolf–head

“Yes, Luna Adelaide!”

loudly addressed her by her title, a reminder to Ulrik

Snow–pine pheromones escaped his neck gland

fluffed up–a werewolf’s instinctive reaction

Emerson tie up the invaders

Police must be

to leave, not wanting to linger a second

she stepped over the threshold, she heard Emerson exclaim, “Velda,

to see Velda’s hand morphed into a wolf claw, slicing

across her face, blending with her ice–blue wolf

to

voice boomed with oppressive power, ringing painfully in everyone’s

“You’re mad!” Emerson fumed.

interrogate them at the police station to find out who sent them and

gaze, her

she hissed, “A she–wolf who left the Bloodmoon Pack and dissolved your

Velda’s blood–splattered face. “You think

expression flickered, her