A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 520

Third Person’s POV

Asa glanced back at the rabbit doll, her gaze locking onto it for a while before she remembered to respond to Paisley.

With a modest smile, she said, “Oh, not really. It’s just a bit of fun.”

The Sunbrew Café offered a wide variety of exquisite pastries. Even a simple honey pancake was sweet without being cloying, soft and delicious.

Paisley took a bite and said with a smile, “When I was little, I loved these sweet pancakes. Our family chef didn’t make them, so my brother would sneak out to buy them for me. We’d hide under a tree and enjoy them.”

She looked out the window as sunlight streamed in, illuminating her face, which was filled with smiles and memories.

She continued, “It was often such a beautiful autumn day back then. But in September, it wasn’t as cool as in the capital. Sometimes it was even hot. Sunlight filtered through the trees, and my brother’s face would be bathed in it too.”

As she spoke, she reached out and touched the rabbit doll beside her.

With a gentle sigh, she said, “But I haven’t seen my brother for a long time.”

Asa was stunned. Images of the scene Paisley described flashed through her mind, and her gaze remained fixed on the rabbit doll.

For some unknown reason, her chest tightened as if something was blocking it, making her extremely uncomfortable.

“Paisley, is this a rabbit doll?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Paisley nodded and said with a smile, “Yes, it is. My brother made it for me. That year, I was confined to the house by my mother after falling from a tree and wasn’t allowed to play outside. So my brother made this rabbit doll for me. It’s pretty ugly, isn’t it? I didn’t like it either and threw it on the ground. Look at the ear–it was broken when I smashed it in a fit of pique.”

She pushed the rabbit doll toward Asa. “Take a look.”

doll pushed in front of her–an ugly rabbit

seemed to echo

of nowhere, images flashed in

crying? If you cry again, I’ll forbid you

a rabbit

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Chapter 520

too ugly. This isn’t a rabbit doll

Clang

my first try at making

want it, I don’t want

girl’s

trembled violently with the

against her hair, heavy

fingertips turned slightly pale from the panic, and her light jasmine

felt like it was being pricked

seeped into her pheromones,

watched her, reaching out to take back the rabbit doll,

in a choked voice, her voice wrapping with the whimpers of a young wolf,

to the window, which faced the port. The wind was strong, driving the river

in like waves–light jasmine rippled with

open

She didn’t remember much.

circus manager found her when she

was left in the little hill outside Fairfax County, her body burning with pain as if on fire, but it was raining heavily at the time. In this memory, light jasmine became scorched and faint, as if still holding the

manager say, “There’s still a breath left. Whether you live