All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 691 - Chapter 700

Third Person's POVChristine sat by the bed. Today, she had retracted her sharp aura, ensuring the room didn't feel so suffocating.At first, she said nothing. Her eyes, which had seen through the world's many masks, simply watched Gloria.Watching her frantically wipe away tears, Christine was like a patient hunter waiting for her prey to exhaust its final bit of strength.After a while, when Gloria's sobs subsided into a suppressed whimper, Christine finally spoke.Her voice wasn't heavy, but every word struck Gloria's fragile nerves with clinical precision."Gloria, look at me."She paused, then continued, without rage or shouting, as if stating a simple fact."Perhaps, in your heart, you didn't consciously plot to drive her to her death. But make no mistake—you were indeed hunting her down like prey."Gloria wanted to protest, but her throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, rendering her silent.Christine gave her no room to breathe."Tamara had no money, and that is exactl

Third Person's POVUlrik sent a messenger to fetch his sister, Sabrina, so she could see their mother one last time.She flat-out refused. She hadn't even shown up for Tamara's funeral, claiming the whole affair was "bad luck."With the public currently tearing the Bloodmoon Pack apart, the last thing she wanted was to be associated with them and risk her standing in her social circles.Now, the only person left by Rosemary's side was the ever-loyal Sandra.Death and despair had become a dual curse, tightening around her heart like a physical lock.The night of the Moon Goddess Grace Festival—traditionally a time for families to gather for a celebratory roast—found Rosemary bedridden and fading.She reached out a skeletal hand, clutching Sandra's arm, and begged through tears, "Sandra... go get Adelaide. Tell her to come. I have things to say to her."Sandra sighed, her voice heavy. "Luna Adelaide isn't coming.""Tell her I was wrong... I was truly wrong."Rosemary's eyes were glassy

Third Person's POVOnce the dust had finally settled on the arrangements, Lance decided it was high time for a celebration.He wasn't in the mood for some rowdy pack-wide rager; he just wanted a little peace and quiet with Adelaide.With a rare day off tomorrow and the New Year just around the corner, he leaned in and whispered in Adelaide's ear, "Let's do lunch at Skyview Tower tomorrow—something high-end—and then head up to Yellowstone Mountain for the view. I've been dying to take you there."Adelaide arched an eyebrow. "You sure about Yellowstone Mountain?""Absolutely," Lance replied, his excitement palpable. "Eugene swore to me it's one of those 'see it before he dies' kind of places.""Fair enough.Adelaide nodded. He was so hyped up it was hard to say no, and honestly, after the heavy cloud of recent events, maybe getting blasted by some mountain wind in the middle of nowhere was exactly what they needed to clear their heads.The next morning, the young Alpha couple got ready

Third Person's POVSeeing how hyped he was, Adelaide had no choice but to go along with it.She shook her head with a resigned smile and gave Lance a light shove on the back.Whoosh—!Lance shot off like a cannonball, blurring down the snowy slope.Ten meters, twenty meters...He carved a straight white line through the snow, the wind howling in his ears.The adrenaline rush was incredible, and for a second, he felt like a total badass. He was already planning his big finish—digging in his heels and palms to come to a stylish halt, then looking back to give Adelaide his best "I told you so" grin. Then, things went sideways.He didn't realize that beneath the smooth white powder lay a hidden drop-off—a steep, concave depression.The blinding white snow acted like perfect camouflage, hiding the sudden change in terrain until it was too late.He was moving way too fast. His weight shifted forward, and the momentum sent him airborne. He didn't just slide; he launched into space and slamme

Third Person's POVAdelaide stepped back into the room and shut the door, cutting off the noise from the rest of the house.Since he couldn't get his leg wet, Lance had to sit in the shower stall, leaning forward while Adelaide washed his hair, both of them being extra careful not to splash the bandaged foot.The bathroom was thick with steam and the faint, earthy scent of agarwood.Even though Lance felt like a total invalid needing a nurse, he felt his muscles slowly unknot as Adelaide's fingers worked through his hair, massaging his scalp.The mating bond hummed softly between them.Against all odds, a wave of pure sweetness and happiness washed over him.Those hands, which usually gripped daggers or signed off on pack legislation, were now tending to him with incredible gentleness.Lance actually caught himself thinking that if he hadn't wiped out so hard, he might never have scored this kind of VIP treatment.Once his hair was clean, Adelaide began to meticulously towel it dry.L