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

Paisley was in shock.

witnessing childbirth, but the tense situation left no room for fear–only hope

still

Why endure such suffering?

worthy/that would be one thing. But to go through this for an unworthy man, nearly dying and

to stay

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were her own. She would not hand them

one was worth such sacrifice, not even someone

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

she knew not everyone

the

decided to support Adelaide’s women’s education initiative with funds and

the priority was saving

Chloe took the deceased infant outside. Her cold sandalwood pheromones were laden with

her silver–gray wolf fur disheveled in tears, her

Luna

purplish–red from poor circulation. The wolf–head totem

Chloe said, holding

calm at first but soon erupted

presence like

killed your own son and disrupted the entire pack. What makes you think you can act this way? Because you think Melinda’s infatuation with you gives you the right to abuse her? She’s still

her nails digging

his gaze, unwilling