A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Third Person’s POV

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Angela opened her eyes wide and said, “So what? Adelaide has truly earned her merits. In the first. and second battles, she was the key contributor.”

Avery slapped the bedding and said indignantly, “Yeah, Adelaide, who cares what others say? Moreover, it’s not your fault. It’s the scumbag guys and bitches who

are at fault. We don’t need to explain anything. When those jerks come, things will be explained naturally. If he dares to pin the blame on you, even if he’s a general, I’ll commit a lower–ranking wolf’s offense and kill him.”

Adelaide sniffed and said, “They will probably say my mother has poor taste.”

Paisley said, “Airella’s taste is indeed poor. When we meet her next time, I’ll tell her so.”

Tears suddenly burst from Adelaide’s eyes, the blue glow in her eyes blurred by the water mist. “You don’t need to confront her. I’m the only one left in my family.”

This secret was like a frozen wolfsbane herb lodged in her throat. She had never dared to expose this wound to anyone.

It was the pain in her heart, a pain that made her tremble all over whenever she thought of it.

It wasn’t until

this moment, enveloped in the cedar pheromones of Paisley and the rose scent of Angela, that she finally found the courage to speak.

Avery and Halbert abruptly flung open the tent curtain. In the darkness, their two shocked faces met the gazes of Angela and Paisley, and in unison, they exclaimed, “What?”

Adelaide buried her face in her knees, scalding tears dropping onto her bloodstained wolf–fur wrist guard. She said, “My mom, my grandmother, and my brothers‘ mates were all killed by Western Tribes‘ sleeper agents. At that time, I was still Ulrik’s Luna, living in the Bloodmoon Pack, so I escaped the massacre. But if I hadn’t been…

She suddenly let out a trembling low howl, her nails deeply gouging her thighs, “If I hadn’t become his mate, they wouldn’t have died.”

Her wolf curled up as well, emitting a whimpering howl of sorrow.

They were utterly stunned.

A family massacre was truly a catastrophic disaster.

The four of them stepped forward, enclosing Adelaide in their embrace, shedding tears with her.

Angela cried, “Adelaide, don’t cry. We’re still here for you.”

The rose–gold earrings of Angela brushed against Adelaide’s trembling shoulder, their pheromones filled with warm pain. “And how could you have known back then…

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Chapter 46

“Are those bastards all dead?” Paisley’s sulfur pheromones suddenly became intense. She shoved the crowd away and pulled Adelaide into her crimson–flame totem–embroidered cloak. “If they’re not dead. I’ll grind their bones into arrowheads!”

“Dead ones are dead, and the rest have fled. Once we’re free, it will be hard to track them down again.”

Adelaide bit her lower lip, swallowing the name Velda and the intelligence report on the massacre of surrendered wolves back into her stomach.

She knew that Paisley’s dagger could slit throats in an instant, and Avery’s silver sword would stab anyone who harmed her without hesitation.

Ven their personalities, if they knew that Velda’s massacre of surrendered wolves had driven the Western Tribes‘ wolves to brutally slaughter her entire family, they would not care about the bigger picture.

They would likely kill Velda the moment she arrived.

But at this moment, she must avenge her family with the dignity of the Frostfang Pack, not by having her companions sacrifice themselves for her personal vendetta.

Moreover, this matter was not so simple.

“It’s hard to find them doesn’t mean it’s impossible. Once the war is over, Paisley said furiously.

we’ll go

look for them,”

“Yes, once the war is over, we’ll go look for them,” Angela said.

Halbert and Avery nodded vigorously, “Adelaide, don’t worry. Those people won’t escape.”

Adelaide unfolded her arms and hugged them back, tears still streaming uncontrollably. Thinking of her family, once the tears started, they were hard to suppress.

That night, the five of them crowded into the cramped tent, none of them slept a wink.

Adelaide stared at the rose–gold bell in Paisley’s hair, recalling her mother’s words, “A werewolf pack’s wounds heal in the warmth of its companions.”

At that moment, Angela’s head rested on her lap, Avery’s wolf tail unconsciously swept her foot, Halbert’s snoring made the tent shiver, and Paisley’s hand tightly gripped the wolf–head bone

token at her waist.

These sources of warmth finally made the contract mark on the back of her neck, which had been empty for so long, no longer feel so cold.

None of the five slept well. Their eyes were very swollen the next day.

Fortunately, Paisley had powder to cover up the redness, and with their already dirty appearances, it wasn’t too noticeable.