All Chapters of A Female Alpha’s Revenge: Chapter 901 - Chapter 910

Third Person's POVHalf an hour later, the scouts Adelaide had sent out returned with their report. "Paisley isn't at the pack. The butler said she went to the Independent She-Wolf Center, but we couldn't find her there."Adelaide frowned, sensing that something was off.The scout continued, "There's something else strange. The Blue Abyss Pack delivered a batch of supplies to the She-Wolf Center today. Paisley was supposed to inspect them before they could be moved inside. But she never showed up, so all the supplies are still piled up outside the entrance."Adelaide's heart sank. Alpha Germain was far too cunning. Why would he suddenly donate supplies to the She-Wolf Center?Before leaving home that morning, she had specifically told Wendy to stay by Paisley's side and protect her. Could Wendy have disappeared too?Adelaide refused to think about that possibility. She immediately rushed outside and called out for Valerie, but there was no answer.Valerie was supposed to be her escort

Third Person's POVHe reached down and stroked the horse's soft mane, offering a silent salute to the old beast.Though half-dead on its feet, it was deceptively fast. It had carried him all the way from the Shadow Peaks to Silver Valley—the last county before New York—without stopping even once to graze.Another hour, maybe a little more, and he'd be riding into downtown Silver Valley.Alistair's tuneless humming grew noticeably perkier.Buzzing with excitement, New York meant an endless supply of fine, aged wines and a chance to drop in on Adelaide and mooch off the Blackthorn Pack for a while. The mere thought of it brought him immense joy.He had no intention of staying at a hotel in town. Instead, he planned to camp under the stars in a cozy, sheltered spot on the outskirts of Silver Valley.He spread out his tent, tethered his horse to a tree trunk, lit a small bundle of mosquito-repellent herbs, and uncorked his flask. Then he flopped onto the grass, crossed his legs with carele

Third Person's POVDozens of sharp claws lunged at him from every direction, but Alistair didn't give an inch.He slammed his shoulder into one attacker, sending them sprawling, then spun and seized another by the throat. Using them as a shield, he shoved through the others and forced his way forward.Razor-sharp claws raked across his arms and back, tearing open bloody wounds, but Alistair didn't seem to feel the pain. He stubbornly guarded the front of the tent, fighting his way through the attackers and clearing a path for Wendy and Rachel.But just as the two reached for the tent flap, a pair of hands—no one knew whose—shot out from behind, wrapped around their waists, and violently flung them away.***Inside the tent, Solution 109 was coursing through Paisley's bloodstream, its toxic effects spreading rapidly through her body. She was barely conscious, only vaguely aware of a suffocating, oppressive presence closing in on h

Third Person's POVAdelaide swept her eyes over Raven and the black-clad mercenaries standing behind him.At last, the mysterious army Lance had been tracking for so long had finally shown itself.The wolf inside her let out a low growl, and the paw gripping Germain's throat tightened once more.A soft, ominous crack came from his neck.Yet Adelaide's voice was eerily calm."That's a good story. Too bad I don't believe a word of it."She didn't demand Wendy and Rachel's release first.At the negotiating table, whoever mentioned the hostages first was the one showing their hand.Wendy and Rachel understood this as well.They exchanged a glance, then lifted their chins in unison, deliberately pressing their throats closer to the blades."Don't use us to threaten Gamma Adelaide."Wendy stared at the soldier holding her, her voice firm and unwavering."If you're going to kill us, then do it now."

Third Person's POVFrom this moment on, Paisley was no longer part of the story tonight.There was only Germain illegally deploying private armed forces outside New York's borders, and detaining those who came to investigate.All the color drained from Raven's face. He could only shake his head in helpless frustration."Gamma Adelaide, you're twisting the facts without a shred of evidence. I have nothing to say to that."Adelaide let out a cold laugh."Of course you have nothing to say. We've come this far—what better excuse could you possibly dream up?"Germain managed to squeeze out a raspy sound."Adelaide... you bitch. You're setting me up..."Before he could finish, Adelaide's fingers tightened around his windpipe again.The rest of his words were cut off instantly, leaving Germain gasping for air in ragged, wheezing breaths.His plan for the night was utterly ruined, his filthy scheme dragged out into