Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Kabanata 411 - Kabanata 420

Third Person's POV"You're not as confident as you pretend to be, Velda. You're actually full of guilt. You know the crime you committed in Snowdeer Town were evil. You slaughtered innocents like a beast," Ulrik said.Velda burst into laughter suddenly. After the laughter subsided, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes."Foolish, truly foolish, Ulrik. Her scheme worked!" she exclaimed."Yes, I was guilty and feared they were Western Tribe wolves. But the moment their masks were removed, I knew it was Adelaide's trick. She's always harbored hatred for you but chose a way to make your entire Bloodmoon Pack indebted to her instead of direct retaliation," Ulrik explained."Look at you now, taken in by her act. You even think she still cares for you. How could you be so naive?" Velda sneered.Ulrik watched her laugh wildly, his cedar pheromones sharp with icy disdain.He remained unmoved by her words."If you hadn't fed me those lies about 'our future,' I might have trusted you.

Third Person's POVLycan Erasmus listened to her explanation. Though he smiled, his eyes remained sharp. "Given your past grievances with the Bloodmoon Pack, why did you come to their aid?""Human lives were at stake. The Bloodmoon Pack and I don't have irreconcilable differences. Moreover, as the Ironthorn Army's deputy commander, I couldn't stand by and do nothing," Adelaide replied.Lycan Erasmus nodded slowly. "Your explanation makes sense. But did you know the invaders were after Velda?""I didn't know at the time. After disarming them, I had Emerson tie them up. I left once Ellen arrived," Adelaide said.Lycan Erasmus sighed. "A pity the invaders are dead; we can't trace their backers. You fought them—any idea of their origin?"Adelaide shook her head. "No clear idea."Lycan Erasmus frowned, his imperial pheromones—a blend of white musk and dragon's breath—rippling with probing pressure. "How long did you tussle with them?" he asked.Adelaide paused, her cedar pheromones steady

Third Person's POVThe June 18th moon hung in the deep-blue night sky, its silver light cascading like gossamer.The stars paled in its glow.With palms together and heads bowed, they silently prayed to the Moon Goddess, facing the direction of their homeland.If the mission failed, they would perish here. They hoped their spirits might return home, to catch one last glimpse of their loved ones.Their pheromones blended with the pine and frozen-earth scents of home, carrying a touch of tragic resolve.Setting out with this resolve, every street in the border city was etched in their memory. They could navigate by scent and sound alone.Their wolf ears twitched at the faintest sounds in the wind.Lance and his team were already in position near the guard post. His cedar pheromones, thin as ice, suppressed the others' restless vibes.They awaited the 10 p.m. shift change.This was the time appointed. Tommy was left at the east bastion.Along the towering wall was a platform, originally

Third Person's POVThe entire underground tunnel and chamber complex was unguarded, as numerous guards were already deployed outside.Should someone break through the encirclement to enter the tunnel, sending more guards underground would be futile.Lance also detected breathing sounds from within and confirmed someone was inside.Since he didn't know who was captured, he knocked on the iron door and called out, "I'm from Alpha Bentley's legion here to rescue. If there's anyone from our pack inside, please respond."After a brief silence, the breathing grew rapid, followed by a feeble voice, "Yes..."Lance slashed through the heavy chain on the iron door with a single claw strike and kicked the door open.Inside the chamber hung a bloodied individual—hands suspended above, feet barely touching the ground, with no patch of unbroken skin left on their body.Their clothes were in tatters, covered in whip marks and burns, the

Third Person's POVLance darted back into the fray like a silver-gray lightning bolt, his cedar pheromones sweeping the area with an icy aura.He knew that rescuing one person at the cost of several would make the mission a failure.When he reached Caldwell, his hands already partially shifted, his wolf claws gleaming against the alloy blade.His sideways slash, charged with werewolf-like explosive force, pushed the surrounding wolves back.The clang of armor echoed as several knelt under the Alpha's aura.Klein was battling the enemy fiercely. His pheromones intertwined with Lance's pine scent, creating an almost unstoppable duo.Though Victor had taken many top warriors, over ten strong werewolves remained.Seeing the rescue complete, Klein knew there was no need to stay. His wolf ears perked up, claws extended, and he fought back in full force.He and Lance fought in perfect sync. Their pheromones wrapped around each