A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 452

Third Person’s POV

“Rest assured, a doctor has been arranged to treat your mother, and her meals have been improved. Whether she can walk out of the dungeon is up to you,” Dorothy said.

Ramona nodded obediently. “I understand.”

The convoy continued on its way. The members of the Eugenius Scout Team didn’t inquire about Ramona’s situation.

They were adept at reading people and knew Lance and Adelaide were in the loop.

Lynette, focused on caring for Marsh, was unaware of the intricacies.

She simply thought they had rescued a woman who was now heading to the capital with them.

Naive and inexperienced in the ways of intrigue, she saw no red flags in the situation.

She believed saving someone in distress was a virtuous act.

Thus, along the journey, Lynette, while tending to Marsh, extended extra care toward Ramona.

Aware that the group was predominantly male, she empathized with Ramona’s potential discomfort.

Neither Adelaide nor Paisley interfered. Lynette’s purity was her greatest asset.

Sheltered by the Hornbeam Pack, she was neither a power–holder nor involved in pack management, allowing her to remain peaceful and compassionate.

It was important not to let the world’s evils and dangers blunt all kindness and empathy, lest the world lose its charm.

a small forest by the

the forest

heat, everyone headed

the stream, unable to

for a swim.

them enjoy themselves, she picked up a branch and began to

lethal force, her movements were graceful, blending dance and

emerged from the water to join

on Ramona,

she exchanged a glance with

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expected, Alpha Lance was drawn to women skilled in

a long while, Lance looked away, casting a somewhat guilty glance at Adelaide, who

guilty

some complications and Adelaide’s presence,

talk with Ramona, “I didn’t expect

more style than substance. Otherwise,

up in the capital,

Dorothy, who, upon seeing this, approached with a smile and said, “It’s rare for you to take a

sidelong glance, “A maid

a bow, “My apologies

a merchant family–such poor manners,” Paisley

stepped back and stood with her

I looked at her just now, I was actually

eyes,