A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

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“Alpha Lance, yeni re determined to trample Soulrend Parks pride into the mad with Blackthor’s clas

Old Luna sensed Lance’s cedar aura, an invisible ner suffocating the entire pack. Even the youngest pops whimpered in corners

Rage blinded her. She never expected Lance to be so arrogant, unfazed even by her threats of vide

Blackthorn warriors, bound by park taboos, halted at the inner courtyard edge

Avery stood at the packhouse door, his half–transformed fist paused mid–air, commanding the destructio of the front yard furniture and flower stands. The sound of tearing fabric was shrill in the righ

Alpha Manfred stood in the shadows, fingernails dug into his palms.

Soulrend Pack’s thorny pheromones coiled within him.

He detected Melinda’s jasmine scent mingled with Lance’s cedar aura–a panic–stricken residue from when Dwight shoved her.

Lance’s fury was clearly fueled by Melinda’s grievance, transformed into Blackthorn’s claws to etch an indelible lesson into Soulrend Pack’s territory.

Manfred’s wolf cars drooped. Watching woodchips fly, he realized this wasn’t mere venting but a direct Alpha warning to transgressors.

Dwight stood aloof, nursing his broken teeth–a consequence of being pushed.

Old Luna, heartbroken, spared him further punishment. noveldrama

With no Silverlight Pack intervention, Soulredd Pack harbored false hope.

Priscilla’s late–night visit aimed to provoke conflict and draw Lance and Adelaide in

Since Soulrend Pack was at fault, they had to endure whatever Lance did.

If word spread that they’d struck Priscilla, a royal insult, the repercussions would be dire

Worse still, Dwight’s misconduct post–dismissal–abusing Melinda, favoring a nightclub breeder, and causing her to miscarry–were charges Soulrend Pack couldn’t bear.

Compared to these, the Soulrend Pack could endure Alpha Lance’s outburst of anger.

At the very least, after such a commotion, the matter would not be further pursued to involve Lycan Erasmus.

Dwight stood there arrogantly. He’d already drafted several articles in his mind, all condemning Alpha Lance for his bullying.

He believed that once these articles were public, many would join the condemnation

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He had a substantial following of university students who once adored him.

If he led the outery, articles denouncing Alpha Lance would emerge like mushrooms after rain.

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So, he wasn’t just unafraid. He even hoped Lance would wreak more havoc. The more tyrannical Lance’s actions, the more monstrous Dwight could depict him in his writings.

Willow, cradled in his arms, was smeared with Dwight’s blood. They appeared as star–crossed lovers to

onlookers.

In reality, this display unnerved Priscilla. Her nonchalant facade belied trembling hands hidden in her sleeves.

This was her first encounter with her son’s full fury

The front courtyard lay in ruins. Inside the packhouse, everything but the occupied chairs was shattered.

Old Luna wailed, vowing to seek justice at the palace.

Luna Chloe restrained her, preventing a self–destructive act

She wanted to fight desperately, but when she looked at Alpha Lance, she saw no fear in him.

Adelaide sat beside him, her eyes colder than his.

Alpha Howell rose angrily. “Enough! Stop this instant!”

His outburst only chilled Lance further, like a winter blade slicing through air.

Alpha Howell even felt a chill down his neck and shrank back.

He knew it was cowardly, but he didn’t dare to suppress Lance with his uncle’s authority

Luna Skye gripped her sleeve, silenced by the chaotic sounds of dest

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being smashed, but cach noise fueled her anxiety.

She was furious with Adelaide–how could she be so reckless?

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This would irreparably fracture relations with Soulrend Pack, ruining Melinda’s future within the pack

“Alright, stop!” Adelaide’s voice cut through the chaos

The destruction ceased swiftly. Avery and the Blackthorn warriors lined up outside, awaiting further

orders.