All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 661 - Chapter 670

Third Person's POV"Tamara being mistreated at Bloodmoon is old news," Galvin said. "It's pretty much the norm there. She's probably just gotten used to that life."Paisley quickly grabbed Galvin and pulled him toward Ivy's room, deciding to hold off on seeing Adelaide until she fully understood what happened to Tamara."How do you know she's constantly being mistreated? Give me the details," she urged.Galvin explained, "Even though Doctor Digby won't treat Rosemary, she still takes his special medicine. So, whenever Tamara came to the medical center, I'd have the staff casually ask how she was doing.""Tamara got familiar with the staff and sometimes she'd talk and vent her feelings. Yesterday, she didn't say anything, but everyone could see she'd been crying. Before, she mentioned that she was stuck handling everything big and small for the pack, plus waiting on Rosemary hand and foot, while Luna Gloria controlled all the money.""Gloria would only give her a pathetic little allowa

Third Person's POVVanya smiled and greeted Paisley. "Hello, Paisley!""Hello to you too!" Paisley was genuinely respectful of Vanya—in her mind, anyone who treated Adelaide well deserved her respect and kindness.Adelaide took a steadying breath and got straight to the point. "Vanya, the main reason I asked you to meet is about Tamara. Early this morning, a Frostfang's guard found Tamara sitting by the pack border. She looked like she'd been freezing there for a long time and was in bad shape. What on earth happened to make her run out in the middle of the night?"Vanya's smile vanished.She asked, completely shocked, "She went to the Frostfang Pack estate? Where is she now? Does anyone know where she went?""We don't know. Valentin lost sight of her when he tried to follow her. The guard said she was extremely distressed and looked like she'd been crying. They suspect she might have been there since midnight. That's why they asked us to contact you, hoping to figure out what's going

Third Person's POVEllen bent over, his hands braced on his knees, gasping for air. "She's… she's at the Soul-Crusher Bridge! You have to go now! She's threatening to jump. We can't talk her down, and we're afraid to move closer. She keeps repeating that she will only see you alone. You need to hurry. The wind is vicious, and she can barely stand.""What?" Ulrik was completely stunned. He asked, disbelievingly, "Why would she want to jump off a bridge?"Adelaide didn't waste time explaining. She bolted for the door, shouting her command, "Start the car! Now!"The Soul-Crusher Bridge was located in the northwest of the capital, spanning the Gale River.The river was notoriously violent in that section—the channel was wide on top and narrow below, with a sharp drop-off that made the water churn violently.If anyone fell in, survival was nearly impossible.The bridge's official name was the "Gale Second Bridge," but due to the frequency of accidents, residents had privately nicknamed it

Third Person's POVAdelaide's heart instantly flew into her throat. The wolf in her chest slammed against her ribs, scraping at the bone with its claws.She instinctively tightened her Gamma aura, forcing the cold iron scent of Frostfang deep down, leaving only the most stable layer. She couldn't risk Tamara being agitated by any wrong scent.Ulrik, however, was about to move.His feet flexed, showing the distinct muscle buildup of a werewolf about to burst into a sprint. The bones in his knuckles twitched, ready for a partial shift.But Paisley delivered a sharp kick to his knee, a clean, close-quarters wolf-training maneuver that sent him crashing to the ground, his knees hitting the bridge deck with a thud."Stay put!"Paisley slammed her hand onto the back of his head, pinning him down and suppressing the wolf instinct that wanted to revolt.She yelled over the wind to Tamara, "Did you see that? He's on his knees—he's apologizing to you! Tell us what's wrong! You can even scream a

Third Person's POVAt that moment, Adelaide was sprinting downstream, running parallel to the furious current.Her scent was sharp from the extreme exertion, like metal hitting ice—a biting cold.Paisley ran at top speed along the bank, her beta dominance acting like a tangible lifeline being dragged along the river.In this section of the river, falling in was essentially a death sentence.Every second was crucial.Ulrik finally came to his senses. He stumbled toward the bank, his wolf instinct waking up too slowly, his movements clumsy.He leaped down the slick embankment and sprinted after Paisley, but she had already gained a huge lead.It was only then that he truly grasped the difference between himself and Adelaide and Paisley—they had rushed to save a life without hesitation, their bodies reacting before their minds could register the danger.Adelaide finally spotted Tamara's figure—a flickering dark shape, pulled and torn by the wave crests.In that instant, Adelaide's pupils