A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 487

Third Person’s POV

Doctor Digby administered oxytocin and blood–clotting agents. The scent of oxytocin filled the air, and everyone turned pale.

The dosage had to be precise; otherwise, not only would this pregnancy be lost, but future pregnancies would be nearly impossible.

The royal physician, hearing the prescription, thought only one thing– Digby was pulling out all the stops in a final attempt to save Melinda.

Finally, after the chaos and with the help of the previously administered hemostatic and nutritional agents, Melinda, though exhausted, regained some strength.

The oxytocin triggered strong contractions. Melinda felt a distinct sensation of pressure.

The midwife urged her to push. With several difficult efforts, the baby was born.

Digby left the delivery room, leaving Galvin and the midwife to handle the aftermath.

The infant was a boy, but he was cyanotic and lifeless.

Luna Chloe, seeing the resemblance to Dwight, wept.

Luna Skye also tearfully mourned her “poor grandson.”

Digby coldly remarked, “Worry about your daughter first.”

Melinda was hemorrhaging. Too much blood–circulating medication had been used, and now hemostatic agents and injections were needed.

The baby was born, but Melinda was still in critical condition.

Adelaide stayed by Melinda’s side, holding Melinda’s hand.

passed out. Following Digby’s instructions, Galvin administered medication and injections, which Adelaide dutifully assisted

Paisley was in shock.

had feared witnessing childbirth, but the tense situation

and still in danger, she felt a deep

Why endure such suffering?

But to go through this for an unworthy

stay unmated only

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and life were her own. She would

worth such sacrifice, not

loved her, he would never let her endure such agony. If he disagreed, his love wasn’t enough, and

knew not everyone could feel

knowing the Crimson Flame

women’s education initiative with funds and

the priority

outside. Her cold sandalwood

her silver–gray wolf fur disheveled in tears,

Luna

poor circulation. The wolf–head totem on his neck burned with humiliation and

son,” Luna Chloe said, holding the baby up.

on her face. Her voice was calm at first but soon erupted in

presence like

trouble? Look what you’ve done–you’ve killed your own son and disrupted the entire pack. What makes you think you can act this

her palms, her nails digging deep into the flesh

his gaze, unwilling to