All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

Third Person's POVPaisley sized up Luna Cassia. She seemed well-preserved, with a resemblance to Hunt, especially around the eyes and in her mannerisms."Please, have some coffee," Luna Cassia said with a smile that hinted at warmth.Paisley knew Luna Cassia was in on the plan. Asa wasn't her real relation, nor was her name Astria. The Shuman family identity had to be fabricated by Madison.To forge such an identity, Luna Cassia's cooperation must have been essential.The coffee chat was filled with mutual flattery.But Luna Cassia kept glancing at Eugene. Paisley understood why—rumors of his past with Gloria had caused a stir, only recently dying down.Luna Cassia sipped her coffee, thinking, "No wonder Gloria was obsessed. He's quite the catch.""You're lucky. Eugene's brave and talented, a credit to the kingdom. Once he mates and has pups, you'll be set," Sibyl said."Yes, I'm looking forward to the day he bond

Third Person's POVOn hearing this, the three of them immediately became grave.Paisley wasn't one to speak idly. Though playful and fun-loving, she was always dependable when it came to serious matters.Her words, coupled with her presence today, likely had to do with Miss Shuman.Back at the Hutchinson's house, Paisley had all the servants leave the room.She said, "This Shuman girl isn't really Astria. Her real name is Asa. The Spectrehowl Pack has a reason for approaching Eugene. We can't agree to this mating, but we can't refuse outright either. Since I came with you to the Spectrehowl Pack today, an immediate refusal might lead to some unexplained situations and could affect Adelaide and my upcoming plans."Sibyl's heart sank, and she felt a pang of sadness. "She lied to me? We're related, how could she deceive me like this?"Paisley responded, "Asa may not be a bad person. She might even be in the dark. But we need to investiga

Third Person's POVPaisley took the painting off the wall, laid it flat on the table, and examined it once more. After taking a deep breath, she confirmed that it was indeed Asa.She finally understood why she had felt a strange sense of familiarity when she saw Asa.Comparing the painting to the features of Adelaide's mother, Airella, there were a couple of similarities.She looked up at another painting that Adelaide had been staring at earlier; that one probably bore an even stronger resemblance to Airella.In her later years, Airella had become quite thin and seemed lifeless due to her blindness from weeping.Seeing that there were no outsiders in the study, Paisley said directly, "I have two things to tell you. First, the person in this painting bears a couple of similarities to Airella, Adelaide's mother. Second, the person in the painting is named Asa, also known as Astria. She was rescued by Madison and is set to mate Eugene in an attempt to manipulate him.""What?" Caldwell w

Third Person's POVCaldwell glanced at her, somewhat hurt. "Don't say that. I'd never learned how to make one before. This was my first time.""The back's all burned black," Paisley said, turning the rabbit doll in her hands. "Actually, the whole doll is black. You must have touched it up with paint. Did you keep repainting it?"Caldwell said a bit embarrassedly, "It kept fading, so I had to keep repainting it. I haven't touched it up in the past two or three years, but I'm sure she'll recognize it.""Alright then," Paisley said, glancing at Adelaide.Adelaide turned her face away, only to meet Lance's passionate gaze.Without thinking, Lance blurted out, his voice tinged with joy, "It's as special as your scarf back then."Paisley snorted, "That's what I was thinking."Craig immediately came to Adelaide's defense, "No one can be good at everything. Adelaide's the most talented one in the Warscar Training Camp. Why don't you sh

Third Person's POVAsa glanced back at the rabbit doll, her gaze locking onto it for a while before she remembered to respond to Paisley.With a modest smile, she said, "Oh, not really. It's just a bit of fun."The Sunbrew Café offered a wide variety of exquisite pastries. Even a simple honey pancake was sweet without being cloying, soft and delicious.Paisley took a bite and said with a smile, "When I was little, I loved these sweet pancakes. Our family chef didn't make them, so my brother would sneak out to buy them for me. We'd hide under a tree and enjoy them."She looked out the window as sunlight streamed in, illuminating her face, which was filled with smiles and memories.She continued, "It was often such a beautiful autumn day back then. But in September, it wasn't as cool as in the capital. Sometimes it was even hot. Sunlight filtered through the trees, and my brother's face would be bathed in it too."As she spoke, she reac