A Female Alpha’s Revenge

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Gloria used her personal funds to cover pack expenses, yet she constantly talked about cutting costs and reducing meals. While three meals a day were still provided, desserts disappeared, and the meals were far less sumptuous than before.

Combined with Velda’s insults, the Bloodmoon Pack was now daily targeted with garbage dumps, leaving the area reeking.

Gloria’s leadership was also ineffective. She couldn’t even discipline the lackadaisical pack guards. With garbage pileups becoming a daily occurrence, she couldn’t devise a single solution.

If Adelaide were in charge…

Sigh. If Adelaide were here, the Bloodmoon Pack would definitely be on donation lists. They wouldn’t be reduced to having garbage thrown at them.

The next morning at the parliamentary session, Benjamin and the deputy head of the Inspection Bureau, along with several senior members, submitted an impeachment report.

The charges were as follows:

Firstly, Dwight was accused of having a relationship with Willow during his mate’s pregnancy, doting on the mistress while neglecting and treating his mate harshly.

Secondly, members of the Bloodmoon Pack were accused of disrespect towards Penelope, causing public outrage. Someone expressed their anger by dumping garbage, only to be dragged into the pack’s territory and have their limbs broken. This individual had reported the incident to the Capital Police Department, admitting to dumping garbage but also demanding compensation.

Ulrik, not part of the royal parliamentary core, could only stand outside with a group of low–ranking officials during meetings.

He originally couldn’t hear the discussions inside.

However, the Inspection Bureau members spoke so loudly that their voices carried outside. When Ulrik heard the renewed accusations against him, his heart sank.

He regretted abandoning Adelaide for Velda, now facing family discord and an uncertain future.

Inside the parliamentary hall, Dwight was still disputing the charges.

Confident in his erudition, he believed he could debate the Inspection Bureau.

But the bureau members were no pushovers, specializing in fierce arguments.

Despite Dwight’s claims that the nightclub she–wolves were pitiful yet talented, the bureau zeroed in on his legal violations and disregard for the old Lycan King’s teachings.

Benjamin sternly stated, “Even if the she–wolf matched Dwight in talent, his actions during his mate’s pregnancy show utter contempt for the law. The old Lycan King repeatedly emphasized that officials must

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not visit red–light districts. How did you meet Willow? Not only did you frequent such places, but you also brought her into the pack as a breeder. No official has ever dared to do this so blatantly. You’re openly defying the law, and your guilt is compounded.”

“The public now equates officials with red–light district visitors, thinking us incompetent and indulgent. You’ve tarnished our reputation, and your crimes are unforgivable.”

“I urge Lycan Erasmus to severely punish Dwight to restore integrity among officials.”

The Inspection Bureau’s voices rang out again, “We also ask all officials present who have never visited a red–light district to join us in requesting Lycan Erasmus to punish Dwight

This statement was highly provocative.

Who would dare not join in?

To disagree would admit to visiting such districts.

Thus, everyone was coerced into supporting the punishment of Dwight.

Among them, Minister of Justice Lance’s voice was the loudest.

Lycan Erasmus had been unaware of the matter until today. Already enraged upon hearing the charges, seeing everyone demand punishment while Dwight stood unrepentant, he erupted in fury.

His throne sat atop a wolf–head totem pedestal. His iron armor gleamed coldly under the moonlight.

His pheromones, oppressive as a glacier’s crevice and laced with musk’s dignity, filled the hall.

The wolves held their breath, awaiting the Lycan King’s judgment.

“Dwight, do you know your crimes?”

Lycan Erasmus’s deep voice echoed like an ancient wolf’s howl.

His pheromones surged, musk mingling with sulfur’s bitterness, pressing so heavily that Dwight’s knees trembled uncontrollably.

Dwight stood rooted, his pheromones a mix of defiance and fear. His ears twitched back, tail restless -beneath his robe, claws piercing his gloves.

“I… I acknowledge my faults,” he finally bowed, voice hoarse, pheromones carrying a wolf’s lament.

He could feel the werewolf warriors‘ gazes pierce his back like arrows. His inner wolf growled lowly, seemingly trying to break free.

“There’s no ‘fault‘–only ‘crime,” Lycan Erasmus’s voice sliced like an ice blade. His pheromones intensified, as if to crush Dwight,

“You still don’t grasp your wrongdoings,” he roared, vertical pupils shrinking to silver slits, cedar pheromones storming through the hall, extinguishing candles and leaving deathly silence.

“Effective today, you’re stripped of all positions. Return home for indefinite suspension and reflection.” His voice stabbed like a poisoned sword into Dwight’s heart.