Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Kabanata 671 - Kabanata 680

Third Person's POVThe words were true—but they couldn't instantly dispel the deep, suffocating despair in Tamara's eyes.Tamara knew one thing clearly: she hadn't died.Now that she had been pulled back from the brink, she knew exactly what was waiting for her back at Bloodmoon.She knew.She knew it better than anyone.Inside the Bloodmoon packhouse, nearly every core family member, except Velda, was gathered in Rosemary's room.Rosemary was shaking with rage. "She jumped into the river? And Adelaide saved her? If she really wanted to end her life, she could have done it quietly. Why did she have to make such a huge scene, letting the whole city know? She knew someone would rescue her, so she did this on purpose!""What exactly is she complaining about? When did we ever treat her badly? I let her stay here and take care of me, and she acts like it's some huge insult, so she runs out to commit suicide. How is that suicide? She's trying to drag me down with her reputation!""If a pers

Third Person's POVThe next morning, Simon went to Digby Medical Center to pick up Tamara.Digby was the most authoritative wolf medical center in the territory; the staff, from reception to nurses, could instantly distinguish the scent of different packs.Right now, they were clearly trying to block him. Smelling the "Bloodmoon Pack" scent on Simon, they all repeated, politely but distantly, "Visiting hours have not started. Please wait outside."Even though Simon was Rosemary's son, the next generation of the Bloodmoon Alpha line, he was kept outside.He stood on the sidewalk steps for over an hour, not daring to let out a single hint of impatient aura, afraid of alarming the still-fragile she-wolf inside—Tamara.At that moment, Tamara was in the medical center's rear patio garden.The sun warmed the wolf-specific cotton blankets and wooden table. She quietly ate a hot meal from start to finish, then slowly drank a large cup of hot coffee.She looked up at Galvin, the gentle beta fe

Third Person's POVThat evening, Emerson came home.Vanya grabbed his hand, her tone more serious than ever. "We don't usually butt into Isaiah's family business, but this time, someone almost actually died.""Emerson, you really need to go talk to Simon. Tell him to treat Tamara right. He can't keep sending Tamara to Rosemary just to get yelled at."Emerson usually listened to Vanya. After dinner, he drove straight to the Bloodmoon packhouse.He had no idea that at that very moment, Tamara was still kneeling beneath the Pack Crest pillar in the main courtyard. Motionless. Like she had been sealed in ice by the cold night.Simon promised Emerson that once Rosemary cooled down, he would definitely treat Tamara better.Emerson wasn't satisfied with that answer, his brow furrowing. "There's nothing wrong with being dutiful, but you can't lose your sense of right and wrong. What do you mean you'll treat her better after Rosemary cools down? Why can't you treat her well now?"Simon managed

Third Person's POVHer voice was hoarse. "Doesn't this just confirm everything the public has been saying about me being cruel to my sons' mates?""It's going to be impossible for Simon and Wilmot to find new mates now!""Why am I so unlucky? Why do I only encounter people like this?"The more she spoke, the faster and more agitated she became, her pheromones scattering all over the room. "It's all ruined! The Bloodmoon Pack's reputation is completely gone! This might even hurt Ulrik's career—if Lycan Erasmus's personal guard captain is under scrutiny, how will the council view him?"Rosemary cried hysterically, but not a single tear was shed for Tamara.Her grief, from start to finish, was not over Tamara's death, but over the fallout for herself and the pack's public image.The next day, the news reached the Blackthorn Pack.It was a holiday, and Lance and Adelaide had planned to pick up Cedric from the academy to take him out for lunch.The subtle scents of pine and young wolf stil

Third Person's POVAfter Tamara's death, someone had to take over the daily affairs of the Bloodmoon Pack.Logically, that role should have gone straight to Luna Gloria—as the Ironclaw Alpha's sister and the pack's current Luna, managing the finances and staff was her natural responsibility.But when she finally checked the accounts, she was met with a fact that sent her blood pressure soaring: the pack's public accounts were practically empty.The old businesses and properties had been sold off years ago by Isaiah to plug various financial holes.All that was left in the ledger were fixed upcoming costs: staff salaries, heating bills, final payments for winter clothes, and prepaid festive supplies—all expenses waiting to drain the meager funds.Gloria stared at the account book, her fingers curling tight, her knuckles white.Use her personal savings to cover this giant mess?Her mind screamed one thing, "Absolutely not."She knew exactly what she wanted: the status of an "administrat