A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide stood tall in a light–gray battle robe, the pack’s totem embroidered at the collar. Her boots, reinforced with iron armor, clicked against the ground. The loose sleeves flapped in the wind, accentuating her upright posture.

Yet, her features still carried a lethal aura, and her clothes were splashed with the invaders‘ dark red blood, like crimson flowers on white silk.

At the height of everyone’s shock, Emerson stepped forward.

His pheromones wavered with nerves as he tried to stay calm. “Bind them and hand them over to the police station.”

“Call a doctor! Quickly!”

Rosemary rushed over, her blood–stained hair gleaming dully under the light.

She supported the pale Ulrik, her pheromones sharp with terror. “Where are you hurt? Where?” she fretted.

Ulrik’s eyes were bloodshot. Though his wounds were mostly superficial, the wolfsbane–laced cuts caused excruciating pain.

His cedar pheromones mixed with the sulfurous stench of agony, his breathing heavy and labored.

When Velda used him as a shield, he had braced for death.

But Adelaide arrived just in time.

A whirlwind of emotions hit him–relief from his brush with death, and anguish from destiny’s cruel

twists.

Dragging his bleeding leg forward, his wolf eyes gleamed with an ethereal blue light. “You came to rescue me. How could you? You still care about the Bloodmoon Pack’s safety, and about me, don’t you?”

Adelaide’s pupils shimmered with frost under the dim light. She glanced at Emerson’s binding work, then turned.

Her voice carried the aura of Arctic tundra. “As the Ironthorn Army’s deputy commander, isn’t it natural for me to be here?“.

“No!” Ulrik’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His howl–like voice clung to a shred of hope. “You do care about me. You’re just still angry about my mating with someone else.”

His cedar pheromones surged.

Adelaide raised an eyebrow. The moonstone pendant at her neck swayed.

She faced Emerson, her tone brooking no argument. “Emerson, you work at city hall. Once these invaders are bound, send them straight to the police for interrogation.”

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Chapter 404

Her fingers brushed the wolf–head dagger at her waist.

“Yes, Luna Adelaide!”

Emerson loudly addressed her by her title, a reminder to Ulrik of her status and a cue for him to silence himself.

Ulrik’s face drained of color. Snow–pine pheromones escaped his neck gland uncontrollably.

His nape hair fluffed up–a werewolf’s instinctive reaction to rage or terror.

Adelaide watched Emerson tie up the invaders and heard a crowd approaching outside.

Capital Police must be here.

She turned to leave, not wanting to linger a second longer.

But as she stepped over the threshold, she heard Emerson exclaim, “Velda, what are you doing?!”

Adelaide spun around to see Velda’s hand morphed into a wolf claw, slicing the throat of the last intruder.

Blood sprayed across her face, blending with her ice–blue wolf eyes in a bloodthirsty tableau.

“Anyone who dares to harm me must die!”

Her voice boomed with oppressive power, ringing painfully in everyone’s ears.

“You’re mad!” Emerson fumed.

“They’re already captured. We need to interrogate them at the police station to find out who sent them and prevent further threats!”

Velda met Adelaide’s gaze, her look intricate and fierce.

Through gritted teeth, she hissed, “A she–wolf who left the Bloodmoon Pack and dissolved your mating- what gives you the right to return?”

Adelaide frowned at Velda’s blood–splattered face. “You think they’re from the Western Tribe? How foolish.”

Velda’s expression flickered, her malice intensifying.

Indeed, her greatest fear was that these people were from the Western Tribe.

If interrogated by the Capital Police, the Snowdeer Town incident would inevitably be exposed.

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