A Female Alpha’s Revenge (Adelaide) novel Chapter 668

**Chapter 668**

**Third Person’s POV**

The air was thick with tension, a chaotic blend of scents from the Bloodmoon Alphas swirling around them, until Tamara’s voice sliced through the turmoil like a knife. Her command, though barely a whisper, commanded authority, restoring a fleeting sense of order amidst the disarray.

“Did you really just say you didn’t mistreat me?” Tamara’s voice was raw, as if it had been wrenched from the deepest recesses of her heart. It trembled with an urgency that echoed the frantic pulse of her wolf spirit. “How could you… Simon, you make me feel like every sacrifice I made was in vain.”

With each word, the small platform beneath her quivered, mirroring the turmoil within her. The hem of her cloak fluttered in the wind, revealing her ankles, pale and taut with tension, a physical manifestation of her inner struggle.

Her spine was stiff, every muscle coiled like a small wolf trapped at the edge of a precipice, her fur standing on end as if bracing for an impending storm.

Adelaide, unable to contain her own rising fury, raised her voice, a desperate plea spilling forth. “Tamara, don’t listen to him! If you truly feel you can’t remain in Bloodmoon anymore—”

“Forget it,” Tamara interjected, her tone heavy with resignation.

With a deliberate slowness, she rose onto her toes, the pressure of her stance causing the railing to tremble ominously beneath her.

Enveloped in darkness, she felt the bridge lights fade into insignificance, leaving only her silhouette, quaking violently against the gusts of wind. The pheromones swirling around her shifted from a chaotic frenzy to a chilling stillness, like the eerie calm at the eye of a storm.

“Adelaide… thank you,” she cried out, her voice barely carrying above the wind’s howling. “You were the only one who ever treated me with kindness. I was too weak to stand up for you when everyone else was being cruel. I know… I was a disappointment.”

With trembling fingers, she retrieved the pawn ticket from her cloak, her hands shaking as if her wolf instincts longed to break free. She released it, watching as it danced in the wind, skimming across the bridge before landing on the cold, damp stone with a soft thud.

“Go and redeem that set of jewelry… it was a gift from you. I’ve worn it all these years. If it makes you uncomfortable, then forget it.”

Tamara pivoted gracefully, her toes now pointed towards the dark river below.

With a flourish, she spread her arms wide, her cloak billowing behind her like a pair of dark, membranous wings, poised to be torn apart by the relentless wind.

All hesitation evaporated in that moment.

Though her wolf instincts screamed for her to retreat, her body surged forward, propelled by an unseen force.

In one fluid motion, she leaped, tracing a brief arc through the air before plunging into the abyss of darkness.

The crowd erupted in a stifled gasp, a collective scream caught in their throats. The pheromones on the bridge exploded into a chaotic mix of fear, panic, and rage, creating an atmosphere thick enough to choke on.

Adelaide launched herself forward, almost defying gravity in her urgency.

Her muscles remembered their training, her knees bending instinctively as the bones in her fingertips shifted, nearing the limits of her werewolf form.

On the riverbank, everyone stood frozen, their expressions etched with shock and disbelief.

The air was thick with the scents of the Bloodmoon Alpha family, a tumultuous mix of anxiety, anger, and terror that surged around them.

Simon, in particular, felt the panic coursing through him.

The edges of his pupils glimmered with a thin line of golden fear.

He understood Tamara’s nature better than anyone: she was timid, her wolf essence delicate and frail. She had always been afraid to even dip her toes in the river, let alone leap into its treacherous rapids.

He had assumed she was merely overwhelmed by the crowd and Adelaide’s presence.

He had felt embarrassment wash over him and had shouted at her in frustration.

Never, in his wildest dreams, had he imagined she would actually take that leap.

Tamara was never supposed to be brave enough to do something so reckless—it was just about managing the household, taking care of his mother! Other she-wolves handled those responsibilities without a second thought. What had driven her to this desperate act?

Terror surged within him, causing his Alpha aura to flare uncontrollably, unsettling the very breath of his pack members nearby.