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.

pheromones chaotic

This was too absurd.

was in the

Caldwell, who were discussing a

she’s lived a good

the same person, but I altered the eyebrows and hairstyle. And

undernourished and poorly clothed, hence the

he explained, his cold camphor pheromones carrying

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Chapter 515

away with a hint of impatience in his oak pheromones. “Move aside and don’t get

painting, her crimson

“I saw this

to her and the painting

sent out sharp ripples,

wide with shock as she addressed Craig. “Did you go to the Spectrehow! Pack with me today? Did you see her? Otherwise, how could you paint her so accurately, down to

had never been so impulsive in

now grabbed Paisley’s shoulders with both hands. His cold camphor

did you say? You saw someone in the Spectrehowl Pack who looks exactly like the person

dilated with shock, and his

a burst of crimson flame

cried out in

swiftly stepped in, his cedar pheromones forming a

back, his tone brooking

as she locked onto Paisley with narrowed pupils. “You went to the Spectrehowl Pack today? Who did you see? Who there resembles the person in