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.

touching the gel–covered joints, she noticed each finger bore deep, bone–exposing claw marks, with even the keratin at the base

heart clenched as if grasped by a

but she jerked her/head back to hold them in. When she

pheromones had stabilized.

warmth. “I’m

his lips several ti out a broken whisper that formed three words, “I’m

squeezing

nails, fixed intently on Lynette. Despite his confusion,

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presence–the very thought that

had yearned for in

soft yet steel–strong power in her pheromones seeped into his

honeysuckle flower swaying in the wind,

“I… will… get… better…”

was like turning a rusty gear, yet a spark lit in

faint pheromones rippled ever

crowd let out

felt like crying, Doctor Digby had repeatedly forbidden it over the past few days. Who would dare provoke

they saw Digby jog

a while, they realized that sob

down, everyone else

her heart and unable to hold back her tears, turned and

her out and took