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 like wildfire in a

This was too absurd.

she was in the painting, vividly depicted by someone who had never

turned to Craig and Caldwell, who

focus as he said, “If she’s lived a good

I altered the

in hardship, undernourished and poorly clothed, hence the

his cold camphor pheromones carrying

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

painting, her crimson flame

struggled to speak, “I saw

eyes turned to her and the

tightened. Adelaide’s fir pheromones sent out sharp

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

had never been so

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

did you say? You saw someone in the

dilated with shock, and his wolf ears stood

released a burst

instinctively cried out

cedar pheromones

his tone brooking no

narrowed pupils. “You went to