All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 681 - Chapter 690

Third Person's POVGloria was injected with labor-inducing drugs. Waves of pain, like bones being ripped apart, kept washing over her. She was on the verge of losing consciousness from the agony.At first, she was biting back the screams, desperately trying to maintain her "Luna" dignity.But soon, the unbearable pain was magnified and torn through her by her wolf. Her cries changed from suppressed gasps to hoarse, screaming howls of pain.She tried adjusting her breathing, following the midwife's instructions, pushing again and again, but nothing helped.The pain and helplessness swallowed her whole like a tide.She finally broke, sobbing hysterically. The screams tearing from her throat contained a completely uncontrolled wolf howl, ripping her voice apart. "Ulrik—! Ulrik!! Get my family here now!"Her pheromones went haywire, spreading fear and distress chaotically throughout the room.The scent of antiseptic was drowned out, replaced by the aura of a she-wolf near collapse. Even t

Third Person's POVThrough the delivery room door, the doctor's scent and voice, though slightly husky, were forced into stability, "No massive hemorrhage. Everyone relax—Luna Gloria is stable for now."That sentence landed on everyone's ears, and squarely on Ulrik and Cynthia's chests. It meant Gloria had, by the narrowest margin, clung to life during this crisis.Cynthia's legs wouldn't stop shaking. Her fingers were pressed hard enough to leave claw marks. After a long moment, she used the corridor wall to steady herself and pushed open the delivery room door.Ulrik tried to follow, desperate to build a small protective circle of his scent around her, but Barbara blocked him.She stood firmly in the doorway, eyes lowered, her soft tone unyielding. "Luna Gloria's scent is very fragile right now. Your Alpha aura will only make her more stressed. You cannot go inside.""But I need to see her. How is she?" Ulrik was pushed back, his knuckles gripping the door frame, a low, urgent growl

Third Person's POVA sinking feeling hit Christine hard, and her wolf instantly sharpened its senses.Just based on those fragments, she could already tell that the conflict between Gloria and Tamara had been ongoing, and likely flared up more than once.Her biggest fear was that those fights had been happening right up until Tamara's death."Tell me everything," she commanded. She suppressed her scent, but her eyes turned cold.Her voice was stern and uncompromising. "I need to know every single detail, big or small."The omega felt a chill run down her spine. She knew this was an Alpha-blooded she-wolf from the Ironclaw Pack, and she dared not hide anything more. She told Christine everything she knew.Christine listened quietly, systematically untangling the knotted mess of information.When the omega finished, she let out a slow breath and summarized. "So, there are three main issues."She looked up, her voice low but carrying a sharp, restrained edge."First, she put Tamara in ch

Third Person's POVAdelaide laid out her plan. "The Independent She-Wolf Center is for any she-wolf whose mating bond has been dissolved, who has been abandoned by her mate, or who has no natal pack to go back to.""They can take on stable work there—doing commissioned embroidery for pack businesses, altering clothes, sewing small batches of garments; folding napkins and packaging gift boxes for coffee shops and restaurants; or handling the packaging, labeling, and shipping for the center's online shop.""If they can't do that, they can look after the cub classroom, prepare meals, clean the rune areas, or help manage the supply warehouse. The whole point is to give them jobs where they earn a real wage and can stand on their own two feet."She paused, then added, "And if they have no skills? That's fine. We'll arrange dedicated she-wolves to teach them—not just crafts and basic bookkeeping, but practical skills like how to rent an apartment and open bank accounts in the city. Even for

Third Person's POVAs an Alpha who had been managed by his mate for twenty or thirty years, Elias's first instinct when considering any issue was always his mate's perspective.This wasn't nobility; it was a deeply ingrained, conditioned reflex.If this center actually got approved, he could practically see the look on his mate's face—that "finally, someone is speaking up for us" expression.A happy mate meant fewer arguments at home, and he could enjoy a more peaceful life.Most importantly, his mate would likely volunteer for such a meaningful cause—whether it was helping out or teaching other she-wolves how to negotiate with their mates.As long as she was busy, she wouldn't constantly nitpick his harmless little flaws.Ugh. At her age, his mate had twenty sensitive days a month, especially around the full moon. Even his sneeze could be blown up into "you don't value me."The controversy in the Council quickly spiraled, hitting the streets hard.You could hear the arguments over th