A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 857

Chapter 857

Third Person’s POV

“Yes, ma’am! Let me help you pack your bags so you can hurry back.” Sandra turned and stepped forward to help.

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“Stay right there!” Wanda jumped up abruptly, her entire aura shifting. Her eyes turned sharp, radiating a heavy, oppressive presence.

“Don’t touch my things! I’ll pack them myself!” With that, she stomped quickly back to her room

Melinda tilted her head, exchanging a glance with Paisley, who signaled with her eyes for Melinda to follow her.

Paisley possessed intuition far beyond that of a normal she–wolf; she immediate sensed that something was off with Wanda.

Melinda stood up and followed Wanda’s scent trail down the hall.

The room wasn’t large. A few muddy footprints remained on the floor, and two pairs of shoes were carelessly tossed about, one here and one there, as if kicked off the moment she walked in.

Wanda was clutching a set of plain, simple clothes tightly against her chest. The way she cherished the fabric was a stark contrast to her usual arrogant, aristocratic demeanor.

“Do you wear those clothes often?” Melinda asked softly. “Your pheromones are much stronger on them.”

Wanda curled her lip, feeling a wave of irritation. Her wolf was restless and agitated.

Something suddenly clicked for Melinda.

Looking at the plain clothes held tightly in Wanda’s arms, she asked hesitantly, “You don’t… actually want to go back, do you?”

Wanda grabbed the clothes and marched past her, intentionally raising her voice to mask the emotional turmoil inside.

“Of course I’m going back! I still owe a massive mountain of debt; how am I supposed to pay it off if I don’t go back? Besides, this Center is a dump. I got sick of living here a long time ago!”

Her words were absolute, but the lonely expression on her face completely betrayed her complicated feelings.

Wanda went to say her goodbyes and formally thank Harper.

She still largely ignored Paisley, but right before leaving, she gave Paisley a long, deep look. Her gaze was calm and certain.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda said quietly. “There will be plenty of people coming here in the future.”

“Yeah,” Paisley replied, her pheromones perfectly steady. She knew some things just needed to be left to time.

As Wanda left, she walked past Sandra with her back completely straight.

But after taking a few steps toward the gates, she kept looking back, tears shimmering in her eyes. Her wolf let out a silent, sorrowful whine, as if bidding farewell to an unexpected but unforgettable chapter of her life.

The very first resident of the Independent Center had been Wanda, the Luna of a highly prestigious pack.

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Chapter 857

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And the second resident had been Melinda, another she–wolf of noble birth.

Three days after Wanda’s departure, before the sun–had even risen and the morningNight had yet to chase away the night, a gray- haired she–wolf paced back and forth outside the entrance of the Center.

She lingered for a long time. Several times, she reached out to knock on the heavy wood, only to pull her trembling hand back.

Suddenly, the heavy doors opened from the inside.

“Come in!”

The person opening the door was Wanda. She was dressed in luxurious clothes, every single strand of her hair styled flawlessly.

Two omega maids stood behind her, carrying exquisitely wrapped gifts. Clearly, she had fully reclaimed her status as a noble Luna.

Wanda stared down at the haggard she–wolf with lifeless eyes standing before her.

The woman’s pheromones were thick with a bitter despair that seemed to make the very air around them heavier.

“If you want to start a new life, then be brave and walk through these doors,” Wanda said smoothly.

“This place won’t give you a life of luxury, but no one will hurt you here, and no one will strip you of your dignity.”

The she–wolf broke down crying, heavy tears washing over her pale cheeks. Her wolf let out a quiet whimper, overwhelmed by the sudden, unprompted kindness.

Her name was Sheila Petrovich. She used to run a fabric shop with her mate, Gordon Petrovich, and together they shared a daughter.

But a year ago, both her mate and daughter died in a tragic accident. The excruciating pain of the severed mating bond had left her practically unable to breathe.

Months later, just as she was finally pulling herself out of the grief, she discovered that her mother–in–law, Marian, wanted to seize control of her fabric shop. Marian hired rogues to strip her home of everything valuable, and then they brutally assaulted her.

Before Sheila could even drag herself to the Royal Marshals to report the crime, Marian preemptively spread vicious rumors among the neighbors, claiming Sheila had gone to the black market to seduce rogues on her own. The gossip utterly destroyed her reputation and subjected her to endless humiliation.

“I thought about killing myself,” Sheila’s voice was hoarse, but her eyes burned with pure rage.

“But I refused to give them the satisfaction! I want to live. I want to take back the shop that belonged to my mate and me. I want to live a better life than all of them and make them pay for their betrayal. I was thrown out over a month ago. I heard about the Independent Center early on, but I assumed you wouldn’t take me in.”

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