A Female Alpha’s Revenge (Adelaide) novel Chapter 671

**TITLE: Novel Male 671**
**Chapter 671**

**Third Person’s POV**

The truth of the words hung in the air, yet they failed to lift the heavy veil of despair that clouded Tamara’s eyes. It was a profound sorrow, one that seemed to wrap around her like a thick fog, stifling her spirit. Deep down, she grasped one undeniable fact: she was still alive.

Having been dragged back from the edge of oblivion, she was acutely aware of what awaited her upon her return to Bloodmoon. The knowledge gnawed at her insides, a relentless reminder of her circumstances—she knew it all too well.

Inside the Bloodmoon packhouse, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Almost every core family member had gathered in Rosemary’s room, save for Velda, who seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Rosemary stood at the center of the storm, her body trembling with barely contained fury. “She jumped into the river? And Adelaide was the one who saved her? If she truly wished to end her life, she could have done so quietly, without creating this spectacle. Why did she have to let the entire city witness her drama? She knew someone would come to her aid; this was all a deliberate act!”

Her voice was sharp, filled with indignation. “What on earth is she complaining about? When have we ever treated her poorly? I allowed her to stay here and care for me, and she acts as if it’s the greatest affront imaginable. So she runs off to commit suicide? How does that even qualify as suicide? It feels more like she’s trying to drag me down along with her tarnished reputation!”

“If someone truly intends to die, would they really create such chaos and alarm so many people? They would handle it discreetly,” Simon interjected, his voice barely above a whisper. He was still grappling with the shock of it all, the image of Tamara leaping into the dark waters etched into his mind.

The river below was a menacing void, a swirling mass of darkness. He couldn’t fathom how Adelaide had managed to rescue anyone from those treacherous currents. But one thing was clear to him: had he been the one to jump in, he would have likely drowned without ever reaching the shore, let alone saving Tamara.

Rosemary’s anger continued to simmer. “She never considers the pack’s well-being. Honestly, someone like her wouldn’t be missed if she were gone. Ulrik is already humiliated enough because of her. Why did I ever allow her to be Simon’s mate in the first place?”

“Mother, please don’t say that,” Ulrik replied, his brow furrowed in concern. “You have to understand, she’s been overwhelmed lately. The accounts are practically empty. Simon practically dragged her into your room like a criminal just to apologize for expenses. And then Gloria demanded she purchase those prenatal supplements, yet only allocated her thirty percent of the household budget. It simply isn’t enough.”

Gloria, standing with her prominent pregnant belly, shot back with indignation. “What are you implying? Are you suggesting that I drove Tamara to this? What I said was the truth! How can the entire Bloodmoon Pack claim they can’t afford supplements?”

“And she’s not the only one caring for Rosemary; she doesn’t need to exhaust herself every single day. She just stands there, and everyone praises her for being ‘dutiful.’ What right does she have to complain? Don’t drag me into this!”

“I may have my issues with Adelaide, but she’s the only one capable of holding this pack together. And you? You take absolutely no responsibility.”

Gloria’s expression turned icy in an instant. “If you miss Adelaide so much, why don’t you just invite her back? But she’s right next to Lycan Erasmus now. Do you honestly believe she would even spare a glance at the Bloodmoon Pack?”

Ulrik’s shoulders slumped, a heavy sigh escaping him. “Here we go again.”

The endless bickering made the atmosphere in the house unbearable. For a fleeting moment, he truly empathized with Tamara. He didn’t want to be here either.

As he raised his eyes, he noticed his father had quietly slipped out of the room, as he always did during conflicts he couldn’t face.

He glanced at Simon, who appeared lost and ineffective, and then at Wilmot, who seemed poised to leap into the fray to defend his mother. The chaos around him felt suffocating, and he longed for a way out.