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.

felt breathless, her pheromones chaotic

This was too absurd.

she was in the painting, vividly depicted by someone who had

Caldwell,

oak pheromones radiated/steady focus as he said, “If she’s lived a

I altered the eyebrows and

undernourished and poorly clothed, hence the

his cold camphor

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Chapter 515

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

pointed at the painting, her crimson

struggled to speak, “I saw

her

sharp ripples, while Caldwell’s

with me

so impulsive

his politeness, he now grabbed Paisley’s shoulders with both hands. His cold

her slightly, his voice hoarse with a uniquely wolf rasp, “What did you say? You saw someone in the Spectrehowl

pupils dilated with shock, and his

burst

cried

in, his cedar pheromones forming a steady barrier

Caldwell back, his tone brooking no argument,

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? Who there