A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 522

Chapter 522

Third Person’s POV

The platform had no railings. If someone swung too far out on the swing and lost their grip, they could casily fall.

Paisley invited Poly to sit on the swing and gently pushed toward the riverside view.

Poly was frightened. Her wolf abilities weren’t strong, so she clutched the swing ropes tightly.

“When I met you at the Spectrehowl Pack, you didn’t know my true identity. Why did you realize who I was after returning?”

Poly was puzzled. All of this seemed like a carefully orchestrated trap.

Paisley explained, “When I saw you, you looked familiar. The mole on your lip–Adelaide’s mother has one too. And your features resemble Luna Adelaide’s a bit. Also, your mannerisms felt familiar, though I couldn’t place them. Now I realize you remind me of Caldwell.”

“Caldwell?” Poly repeated the name, feeling no connection to it.

She vaguely recalled a young boy handing her sweets under a tree.

Sunlight bathed his face as he smiled brightly, but she couldn’t recall his features.

That boy was now Caldwell, a member of the Blackthorn Pack.

“You still haven’t said why you’re sure I’m Poly,” she pressed.

knew Madison planned to arrange someone to mate Eugene to infiltrate the Royal Army. She must have told you this since you’re

Poly nodded. “You’re right.”

felt off. During your time at Madison’s estate, did you ever see women

her head. “I’ve never seen

Bentley, the late commander, but he mated with Airella from the Doyle family. Madison harbors a

she persecutes them. You also resemble Airella, especially with that red mole on your

learned Madison ‘rescued‘ you in Fairfax County, we suspected more than met the eye. We planned to have Craig sketch you and investigate in Fairfax County.

Paisley paused.

urged, “What

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create them based on your childhood appearance and

painting that looked exactly like you. That’s why I came to find you

that little story–both actually happened to Caldwell and you. Your reaction

listening, Poly

wasn’t well–versed in art and couldn’t grasp how one could predict her current appearance from her childhood

doesn’t lie. She recalled fragmented scenes,

surfaced, she felt a

believed her parents abandoned her

her eager to repay anyone who

and that

to the capital,

considered working as a maid in Madison’s mansion