A Female Alpha’s Revenge (Adelaide) novel Chapter 666

**Chapter 666**

Third Person’s POV

The bridge loomed ahead, but she couldn’t quite recall how she had ended up there, as if her memories had been swept away by the relentless tide of fear.

Inside her, her wolf lay dormant, paralyzed by an overwhelming terror that curled tightly within her mind, retreating into the darkest corners of her consciousness.

Her thoughts felt like they were encased in a thick layer of ice, leaving her numb and utterly consumed by the biting cold that surrounded her.

In her pocket, she clutched that pawn ticket—a small, crumpled piece of paper that felt heavier than it should.

She had envisioned handing it to Adelaide personally, wanting to express her feelings face-to-face: first, to whisper an “I’m sorry,” followed by a heartfelt “thank you.”

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Sorry—because when Ulrik had threatened to sever their bond, a paralyzing pressure had gripped her wolf spine, silencing her voice, rendering her unable to protest even a little.

Thank you—because within the Bloodmoon Pack, Adelaide had been the sole beacon of kindness and respect in her life, a rarity that she cherished deeply.

Now, she realized she couldn’t afford to reclaim the jewelry set she had pawned.

It was a precious gift from Adelaide, and she longed for her to redeem it, to see it returned to its rightful place.

But a gnawing worry crept in—would Adelaide be furious to learn that all the money had vanished?

Just then, the sound of engines roaring against the wind shattered the stillness, a cacophony of urgency as vehicles raced toward the bridge entrance.

Adelaide had arrived.

With a surge of adrenaline, Paisley dashed forward, determined to stop the approaching car.

Adelaide slammed on the brakes, leaping out with a fierce energy, her Alpha presence tightly restrained yet palpable.

Night had enveloped the world, casting long shadows that danced across the bridge.

Two members of the Capital Guard struggled to illuminate the scene with their portable lights, but the beams faltered, failing to reach Tamara, prompting them to call for additional lighting.

The limited brightness cut through the darkness, revealing Tamara’s frail silhouette.

She appeared almost spectral, a mere shadow held aloft by the chilling breeze.

Perched precariously atop the railing post, she balanced on a narrow edge where even an adult wolf would find it difficult to maintain their footing.

Her cloak whipped violently around her, a tattered remnant that seemed ready to be torn away by the wind at any moment.

Adelaide lowered her voice, softening her tone as she called out, “It’s me. Adelaide.”

She intentionally refrained from saying Tamara’s name, aware that in such a fragile state, any sudden display of Alpha authority could provoke an instinctive reaction from her.

Tamara clutched her cloak tighter around herself, her silence speaking volumes.

Then, as if the dam had burst, she began to sob uncontrollably.

Not a single tear had fallen since she had left home, but the moment Adelaide drew near, her composure shattered like glass.

In the distance, Ulrik’s car screeched to a halt, the sound echoing ominously as he leapt from the vehicle, rushing toward the center of the bridge, his Alpha aura spilling from him like an uncontrollable tide.

“Tamara! What in the—”

“STAY AWAY!!”

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