A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Every word from Luna Chloe felt like an ice–coated knife stabbing into Dwight’s heart.

After venting her fury, her voice filled with sorrow, “You’ve been my pride since childhood. You carned your degree young, were handpicked by Lycan Erasmus, married Melinda, and were set to be the future Alpha. Your life was smooth sailing, but Willow ruined it all.”

“She’s Madison’s illegitimate daughter. This was a conspiracy against our pack. You, clever as you are, fell for it, risking your future and abandoning Melinda, who adored you. Now you’ve killed your own child.”

“Now, your mating is over. You’ve lost everything. Your life is in ruins.”

Dwight wailed uncontrollably. No one knew what he mourned–lost love, dashed ambitions, his dead child, or perhaps the wife who once loved him passionately.

His cries were hysterical, filled with endless grief and resentment.

No one tried to stop or comfort him.

Only the old Luna stood on the porch, shedding tearful sympathy.

Melinda survived. Doctor Digby declared the bleeding stopped, but she needed rest to recover fully.

Upon waking, Melinda clutched Adelaide’s hand and whispered, “Adelaide, take me away.”

“Nonsense, dear. You need to rest. Where could we go?” Luna Skye said, wiping her tears.

But Adelaide questioned Digby, “Can she be moved?”

“Tomorrow. After three doses of medication, she can be carried or borne. But she must leave. She won’t heal here; she might even die,” Digby advised.

“Adelaide, don’t be foolish. This is her mate’s home. Where could she go?” Luna Skye pleaded.

Ignoring her, Adelaide instructed Paige and Georgina, “Prepare her things and personal assets. Inform Luna Chloe–I’ll arrange for assistance. We’ll dissolve the mating peacefully; it’s the decent thing to do.”

The Soulrend Pack members fell silent, shrouded in a gloom that followed the crisis.

No pack could escape unscathed from such an event.

The old Luna, hearing Luna Chloe’s words, realized Dwight’s promising future was now shattered.

She objected to the bond dissolution.

But even if she disagreed, she couldn’t muster a single word in the face of Adelaide’s cold stare.

Previously, she accused Adelaide of interfering, but when Melinda’s life hung in the balance, it was Adelaide who brought Digby to save her.

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Now, the old Luna turned to Luna Skye, “Dissolution benefits no one. Please, Luna, persuade Melinda not to let Adelaide destroy their mating.”

Luna Skye glanced at Atfelaide, about to speak, when Adelaide coldly warned, “Say one word to keep her here, and I’ll expose everything. I’ll report the Soulrend Pack and won’t rest until justice is served.”

The Soulrend Pack had been reported before, and the young wolves had been more restrained recently.

If Dwight’s actions endangered everyone’s future, the she–wolves in the room stood up for Melinda.

“Since becoming Dwight’s mate, Melinda has known little happiness. After nine months of pregnancy, three were spent bedridden. Her suffering is unbearable. She’s fought back from the brink–she can’t endure Dwight’s harm any longer,” they argued.

“Yeah, maybe we should just let things go. If Dwight wants to chase after Willow, no one’s stopping him. Just don’t drag the whole pack down with him,” someone said.

“Let Melinda leave the Soulrend Pack. How can she heal in such a painful place?” others added.

Often, fairness is voiced only when interests are at stake.

Luna Skye swallowed her words.

Wiping her tears, she said, “What will become of her? Dissolution seems inevitable.”

Resentment towards Dwight burned in her heart, yet she hoped he and Melinda could still make it work.

Instead of scolding Dwight, she turned to Adelaide with a mournful tone, “I didn’t refuse your wedding gift out of spite. Look at the outcome–I didn’t accept it and still face this. Had I taken it, who knows what would have happened?”

“Adelaide, I’m not blaming you. It’s just that since your mother’s passing, few at your place know propriety. Take Valentin–he’s utterly uncouth.”

She brought up the wedding gift again, claiming no blame for Adelaide, yet every word accused her.

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