A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

After over an hour, Melinda’s cries faded to silence.

Her silvermoon grass pheromones were barely a flicker, and she was drenched in sweat, her wolf fur lifeless beneath her sodden hair.

Her wolf curled in the depths of her consciousness, whimpering weakly.

She couldn’t even muster the most basic healing abilities, and every breath she took shook with agony.

Adelaide dabbed at her with a towel, her cedar pheromones wrapping around Melinda in a gentle embrace, whispering encouragements to reignite her will to fight.

But Melinda, drained and in agony, couldn’t hear a word.

Melinda felt herself slipping away. The wolf that had once run alongside her could barely lift its head, succumbing to the encroaching darkness.

She forced her eyes open, her gaze vacant and unfocused, her pupils dilated with pain.

In a voice barely above a whisper, she murmured, “Maybe… it’s better to just die.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Doctor Digby will be here soon,” Adelaide said hoarsely, her heart clenched with despair.

This helplessness was her greatest fear–watching Melinda’s wolf fade with no way to help.

Luna Skye’s tears fell freely, her sandalwood pheromones brimming with worry. “Melinda, don’t say such things. Hold on a little longer. Listen to Adelaide. Doctor Digby is on his way.”

Melinda could only muster weak moans, her eyes glazed over. Her silvermoon grass pheromones were nearly extinguished.

She had no strength left except to fight the pain. Her organs felt shifted, and she couldn’t bear it.

The silver wolf in her consciousness lay still, its whimpers fading, about to disappear.

Outside, the old Luna finally fell silent, her fear mounting.

She thought it was just an early birth from a belly bump, but she didn’t expect such a serious outcome.

She wasn’t worried for Melinda, but for Dwight.

If Lycan Erasmus’s wrath fell upon them, the Soulrend Pack might not survive, and Dwight’s life would be in grave danger.

Shivering, she signaled to a maid to free Dwight and help him escape.

The maid, understanding her intentions, gathered some guards to untie Dwight.

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But Paige spotted them and lashed out with her whip, driving them back. “Who dares to free him? Without Luna Adelaide’s order, I’ll bind anyone who tries,” she declared firmly.

Paige knew the Soulrend Pack folks too well.

Others might vary, but the old Luna would never let Dwight suffer. If things turned bad, she’d free him.

She posted herself guard, allowing no one near.

Just as tensions peaked, Georgina rushed in carrying Doctor Digby on her back.

His face was pale with frustration. He’d insisted he could walk–he wasn’t that old–but being carried by a woman was embarrassing.

However, Georgina ignored his protests and stormed straight to Melinda’s side, finally lowering Digby to the ground.

Digby regained his footing and kicked Georgina in retaliation for his lost dignity. “You’ve shamed me,” he snapped.

Out of breath, Georgina pleaded, “You can scold me later. Just help Melinda now.”

The Royal Physician, separated by a screen, objected. “Melinda is royalty. How can a common doctor treat her?”

Luna Skye hesitated, then tried to bar Digby from approaching. “You… you should stay behind the screen,” she said.

Glancing at Melinda, Digby’s expression hardened. “At a time like this, are you worried about her life or your pride?” he demanded.

The old Luna outside erupted. “This is unacceptable! It would ruin Melinda’s reputation!”

“Silence!” Adelaide bellowed. She pushed Luna Skye aside and urged Luna Chloe to step back. “Doctor Digby, help her. She’s in too much pain.” noveldrama

“But Adelaide, we can’t do this to Melinda…” Luna Skye protested, but Paisley swiftly dragged her away.

“You stay outta here,” Paisley declared, standing guard at the curtain with arms crossed, barring everyone from entering.

After examining Melinda, Digby’s face grew grave. He palpated her abdomen, assessing the dire situation. “The baby can’t be saved. We must focus on preserving the mother’s life,” he announced solemnly..

“The baby can’t be saved?” Luna Chloe swayed but quickly composed herself. “Save Melinda, please!”

With Adelaide and Paisley’s backing, and Luna Chloe’s plea, no one dared object.

Even Luna Skye, after a moment’s hesitation and seeing her daughter’s critical state, gave tacit approval.

Digby’s mind was set.

Prioritizing Melinda’s life over the child’s, he ordered an increased dosage of the labor–inducing medication. The Royal Physician watched nervously but held his tongue.

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Digby’s reputation carried more weight in this moment.

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