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.

instructions, Galvin administered

Paisley was in shock.

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

repeatedly and still in

Why endure such suffering?

for someone worthy/that would be one thing. But to go through this for an unworthy

resolve to stay unmated only

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her own. She would not hand them over

was worth such sacrifice, not even

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

knew not everyone could feel this

rooted in knowing the Crimson Flame Pack would always be

to support Adelaide’s women’s education

the priority was saving Melinda’s

the deceased infant outside. Her

fur disheveled in tears, her pheromones like shattered

Luna Chloe

long, his face was purplish–red from poor circulation. The wolf–head totem on his neck burned with

said, holding

voice was calm at

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 way? Because you think Melinda’s infatuation with you gives you the right to abuse her? She’s still fighting for her life, and you don’t even

her nails digging deep into the flesh until blood began

his gaze, unwilling to look