A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 436

Third Person’s POV

Lynette didn’t move forward right away. Instead, she covered her mouth with her hands as tears quickly blurred her vision, dropping heavily to the ground.

Just as everyone thought she would break down in tears, she quickly wiped them away, cleaning her face thoroughly.

After several attempts, she managed a faint, trembling smile and walked toward her mate.

She sat by the bedside and gazed at Marsh’s face.

After days of treatment, most of the swelling had subsided, leaving only some bruises. The wounds at the corners of his mouth and eyes had mostly healed.

However, the combination of bruises, his originally tanned skin, and the application of red medicine made his lips appear purplish–black. His face looked battered and evoked a heart–wrenching sense of fragility.

As if drawn by Lynette’s unique pheromones, Marsh, who had been in a daze, suddenly opened his eyes.

His wolf pupils were initially cloudy and unfocused, searching aimlessly.

Then, the scent of morning dew and honeysuckle from Lynette enveloped him. His vertical pupils sharply contracted, locking onto her face like a magnet–a soul–deep imprint that even in his confused state couldn’t be erased.

A low whimper escaped his throat, as if he couldn’t believe this wasn’t an illusion. He blinked several times. Only when Lynette’s cool hand touched his cheek, the familiar sensation and pheromones flooding his senses, did the glands in his neck grow warm, confirming this wasn’t a dying man’s dream.

Lynette smiled at him, her fingers trembling with restraint. Her honeysuckle pheromones carried a barely perceptible shudder yet revealed unyielding strength, “I’m here.”

Marsh tried to raise his hand to grasp hers, but his arm felt leaden and only trembled uselessly.

quickly took his hand, and upon touching the gel–covered joints, she noticed each finger bore deep, bone–exposing claw

heart clenched as

jerked her/head back to hold them in.

pheromones had stabilized.

warmth. “I’m here,

who had been silent since arriving at the medical station, moved his lips several ti out a broken whisper that formed three words, “I’m

squeezing

two glowing nails, fixed intently on Lynette. Despite his confusion,

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very thought that had sustained him through

he had yearned for in captivity now surrounded

power in her

been like that: appearing as a honeysuckle flower swaying in the wind, yet her roots

“I… will… get… better…”

he spoke was like turning a rusty gear, yet a spark lit in his

previously faint pheromones rippled

crowd let

it over the past few days. Who would

around, they saw Digby

that sob

everyone else

had stood by Lynette, feeling a great heaviness in her heart and unable to hold back her

out and took her