A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 515

Third Person’s POV

Paisley hurried back to the Blackthorn Pack and, upon hearing the door to the study open, rushed in with her crimson flame pheromones brimming with eager warmth.

She had just wrapped up Caldwell’s matter and was planning to have Craig assist her–her wolf claws lightly itched with anticipation.

Upon entering the study, she found it filled with paintings. Lance and Adelaide were already there.

The air was a blend of cedar and fir pheromones, calm and steady.

Adelaide stood motionless before a painting. Her fir pheromones were as cold as ice, her eyes locked onto the image without a blink, her pupils narrowed with intense focus.

Paisley approached, her crimson flame pheromones rippling with each step.

Following Adelaide’s gaze, she froze the moment she noticed the red mole above the lip of the person in the painting. Her pheromones halted instantly, as if frozen.

She scanned the other paintings one by one, her wolf ears pricking up in disbelief.

The individuals depicted varied in build and eyebrow shapes, yet there was an uncanny familiarity beneath their eyes.

Finally, her gaze landed on a painting near the desk, and she was stunned.

Her pheromones exploded with scorching shock–the person in the painting mirrored the image in her memory.

It was an exact match!

From face shape and eyebrows to eyes, nose, and the mole on the lip–everything matched Asa, whom she had met today.

chaotic like wildfire

This was too absurd.

Asa today, and here she was in the painting, vividly

to Craig and Caldwell, who were discussing a

said, “If she’s lived a good life,

one’s the same person, but I altered the eyebrows and hairstyle. And this

hardship, undernourished and poorly clothed, hence the gaunt

cold camphor pheromones

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Chapter 515

with a hint of impatience in his oak pheromones.

at the painting, her crimson

speak, “I saw this

her and the painting

expression tightened. Adelaide’s fir pheromones sent out sharp

Spectrehow! Pack with me today? Did you see her? Otherwise, how could you paint her

been so impulsive in

with both hands. His cold camphor

a uniquely wolf rasp, “What did you say? You saw someone

pupils dilated with shock, and his wolf ears stood

released a burst of

bulging eyes, she instinctively cried out in a

swiftly stepped in, his cedar pheromones forming

tone brooking no argument, “Caldwell,

hand. Her fir pheromones sharpened instantly as she locked onto Paisley with narrowed pupils. “You went to the Spectrehowl Pack today? Who did you see?