A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 430

Third Person’s POV

On her way to the packhouse conference hall, she noticed Adelaide and everyone else staring at her with tearful eyes.

Her heart sank–she knew things weren’t as simple as they’d hoped.

Leonidas, already packed and ready, announced, “Lynette’s here. We’re leaving now.”

His mate approached Lynette, hugged her, and tearfully urged, “Be careful on the road and bring Marsh back.”

Lynette’s lips trembled as she asked, “H–he’s not dead, is he?”

Adelaide took her hand and said, “We’ll talk as we

walk.”

Lynette, tears streaming down her face, didn’t slow her pace, managing to keep up with Adelaide.

In the dead of night, Paisley knocked on the Digby Medical Center’s door, where Doctor Digby lived on the second floor.

He was a creature of habit, strictly adhering to an early–to–bed, early–to–rise routine.

By the time Paisley arrived, he had been fast asleep for hours. Even the best physicians have a bit of a temper upon waking. When informed it was Paisley from the Blackthorn Pack, he threw on his clothes and descended the stairs..

Glaring at Paisley, he warned, “You better have a good reason, or I won’t treat you.”

explained, “Sorry to disturb you, Doctor Digby, but Alpha Lance sent an urgent message.

“Marsh?”

moment, recalling the supposed–to–be–martyred son of

half–inch wolf claws as he mentioned the wound medicine. “Harlan, Mason, pack up and come

wolf eyes before being replaced by determination. “Bring the moonlight grass

fir and herbal pheromones had already

never an anxious pace back and forth but rather

Adelaide set off, her cedar pheromones carried

found Priscilla and said, “Tomorrow, you’ll go to the palace and give

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and given the emergency

Is this really necessary?”

a wolf basking in the sun, questioned. “With the urgency, I could just explain later

flashing a silver streak under the candlelight. “It’s necessary. Very necessary. Do as I

to Susan, the back of her neck warming slightly

twitching softly as she promised loudly, “Luna Adelaide, rest assured. Priscilla will go to the palace tomorrow and

I’m off.” Adelaide’s cedar pheromones sharpened like an unsheathed

her wolf boots making a steady sound on

she muttered, “She’s like a fighting male wolf, not

Adelaide, “Priscilla, that’s called being decisive. Besides, not just any male wolf can compare to

“Hey!”

glanced at her. “Back when Lance wanted to mate with