A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 478

Third Person’s POV

Abigail threw herself into her grandmother’s arms, burying her head there for a good while before lifting it again.

Her eyes were red, but they sparkled as if every word she spoke was from the heart.

Adelaide and Paisley exchanged glances, both feeling something was off.

But since their mission was to persuade Abigail to give up, and now they could give Doug and Eugene an answer, they didn’t press further.

After leaving Doug’s, they headed back to the Blackthorn Pack, planning to send someone to inform Eugene of the outcome.

Initially, Adelaide intended to merely pass on the result, but after a moment’s thought, she decided to have Paisley deliver Abigail’s exact words personally.

Though Adelaide was a bit slow in matters of the heart, she could sense Abigail’s barely concealed distress after making her swift decision.

Could it be that Abigail’s feelings for Eugene were more than a fleeting fancy? Had they crossed paths before?

It seemed unlikely, given their ten–year age gap and Eugene’s early entry into the werewolf warrior ranks, which should have put them in different circles.

Upon hearing Paisley’s report, Eugene simply nodded and said, “Alright, thank you for your trouble, and also thank Caldwell for coming up with the excuse.”

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Paisley hesitated, then said, “Eugene, Abigail is a truly wonderful woman. She wishes you peace and prosperity.”

was aware of Paisley’s

in such high regard, Abigail must indeed

was so wonderful and so young, she

and said, “I wish her the

back to the Ironclaw Pack, she

suspecti was the one who discovered it. He found Melvin’s jewelry in the corners of your beds. cracks in your walls.

looked at Christine in

table

lily of the valley pheromones went haywire, her pupils dilated with shock,

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involuntarily.

found out? And you, my own family, instead of covering for me, you added fuel

to you to

with a wolfish vibrato, her

that took Gloria’s breath away.

icy, her lily of the valley pheromones falling silent in an

hadn’t expected to be betrayed by Christine. Her pheromones raged like torn silk: “But you’re not even related to him! I’m the sister of your mate. We’re family! You’d harm your own family? Aren’t you afraid

the pale shadow of wolf claws. “Come with me. Let’s go to Cynthia. Is this how you treat family? I’ve never wronged you. In the pack, you’re almost the law. Everyone obeys you, including me. Isn’t that enough? What more do you want from

off her grip. Her sandalwood pheromones

face, the impact carrying immense pressure. “This slap is

react, another slap landed on her right cheek, the pressure even heavier. “This one is for

blazing with fury, her pupils

self–loathing. “And this slap is for myself, for tolerating you all these years, for pouring my