A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 665

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**TITLE: Novel Male 665**
**CONTENT: Chapter 665**

In the dimming light of the evening, Ellen hunched over, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he leaned heavily on his knees. Panic laced his voice as he uttered, “She’s… she’s at the Soul-Crusher Bridge! You have to go now! She’s threatening to jump. We can’t talk her down, and we’re afraid to move closer. She keeps repeating that she will only see you alone. You need to hurry. The wind is vicious, and she can barely stand.”

Ulrik stood frozen, disbelief washing over him like a cold wave. “What?” he stammered, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation. “Why would she want to jump off a bridge?”

Adelaide, her face set with determination, wasted no time in answering his unspoken fears. She dashed toward the door, her voice ringing out with urgency, “Start the car! Now!”

The Soul-Crusher Bridge loomed in the northwest of the capital, a stark structure spanning the turbulent waters of the Gale River. This section of the river was infamous for its ferocity; the waters churned violently, with a wide surface that narrowed sharply below, creating a treacherous drop-off that made survival nearly impossible for anyone who fell in.

Although officially named the “Gale Second Bridge,” the locals had long since dubbed it the Soul-Crusher Bridge, a grim testament to the tragedies that had unfolded there.

As Ulrik took a moment to gather his thoughts, he quickly instructed Ellen to send someone to the Bloodmoon Pack to alert Simon. Without hesitation, he climbed into one of the trailing vehicles, his heart pounding as he followed Adelaide’s convoy, racing toward the bridge.

Paisley had already arrived at the scene, having encountered Ellen on her way and learned that Tamara was on the bridge, poised to take her life.

When Paisley reached the bridge, the sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a thin sliver of orange light that barely illuminated the scene. The Soul-Crusher Bridge, typically a breathtaking sight at twilight, was now shrouded in an ominous atmosphere. The cold wind howled across the deck, and the river roared beneath, echoing the turmoil that was unfolding above.

But the beauty of the twilight was eclipsed by the sight of Tamara, dangerously perched on the central railing, her feet barely fitting on the narrow ledge. The dread that enveloped the scene was palpable, causing Paisley’s breath to hitch in her throat.

Tamara stood swaying, clearly disoriented, her body trembling uncontrollably as the fierce wind whipped her cloak around her, threatening to tear it away at any moment.

The Capital Guard had cleared the immediate area of onlookers, yet a crowd of anxious citizens watched from a distance, their faces etched with worry. Several guards shouted from a safe distance, desperately trying to coax her down from the precarious position she occupied.

But no one dared to approach her. Their voices were hoarse, worn from the effort of trying to reason with her for what felt like an eternity.

“Don’t come any closer!”

Tamara’s voice pierced the air as she spotted Paisley taking an instinctive step forward.

Her body swayed more violently with her agitation, a sight that made Paisley instinctively draw back.

Holding her hands up in a gesture of peace, Paisley called out, “I won’t move! I promise! Please, don’t get upset; we’ll keep our distance!”

There was a chasm of about twenty meters between them, and Paisley knew that even if she sprinted, she wouldn’t reach Tamara in time to prevent a disaster.