A Female Alpha’s Revenge (Adelaide) novel Chapter 667

**TITLE: Novel Male 667**
**Chapter 667**

From a Third Person’s Perspective

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Adelaide felt her heart leap into her throat, a visceral response that sent a tremor through her being. The wolf within her thrashed against her ribs, its claws scraping against the bone in a frantic bid for freedom.

In a flash of instinct, she tightened her Gamma aura, forcing the sharp, metallic scent of Frostfang deep within herself, allowing only the most stable, soothing layer to surface. There was no room for error; she couldn’t allow Tamara to be disturbed by any errant scent that might provoke her already frayed nerves.

Yet Ulrik was poised to act.

His feet flexed, muscles rippling beneath the surface, signaling a werewolf on the brink of an explosive sprint. The bones in his knuckles twitched, eager for a partial shift that would unleash his primal instincts.

But before he could spring into action, Paisley intervened with a swift kick to his knee, a precise and calculated maneuver honed through rigorous wolf training. He crumpled to the ground, the thud of his knees hitting the bridge deck reverberating through the air.

“Stay put!” she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding.

With a decisive motion, Paisley pressed her palm against the back of his head, holding him down with an authority that quelled the wolf within him, which yearned to rebel against the restraint.

“Tamara!” she shouted over the howling wind, her voice cutting through the chaos. “Did you see that? He’s on his knees! He’s apologizing to you! You need to tell us what’s wrong! Scream at him if you have to!”

“It won’t help!”

Tamara’s voice was a choked whisper, heavy with despair, her tears flowing freely as she struggled to catch her breath. The bridge was filled with her ragged gasps, each one a testament to her anguish.

A low, guttural sound escaped her throat, a primal noise that echoed the turmoil within her. Her pheromones spiraled out of control, a bitter, cold scent that mingled with the mist rising from the river, creating a palpable tension in the air.

“It really won’t help! Even if he’s doing this now, it’s only a temporary fix! They will eventually cast me out and sever the bond! I have no family to return to, and not a single coin to my name! I sold every piece of jewelry I brought with me! When they finally force me out, I won’t be able to survive… I might as well end it all now.”

“Tamara, please don’t think like that.”

Adelaide’s voice was a soothing balm, deliberately kept low to maintain a steady, safe frequency in her scent. She exchanged a glance with Paisley, a silent plea for her to keep Ulrik pinned and silent. “You must think about your child. Every decision you make right now impacts more than just you.”

Taking a cautious step forward, Adelaide made sure her boot barely made a sound against the deck. She was consciously suppressing her aura, ensuring that no signal of her approach reached Tamara’s raw, frayed nerves.

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