Chapter 310

Chapter 310

Third Person’s POV

Paisley’s wolf claws suddenly elongated by three inches. The hard keratin layer pierced through her silk gloves, emitting an cerie blue glow.

“What are you doing…”

Willow instinctively backed away but was seized by Paisley’s iron–like wolf claws on her shoulders.

Paisley’s vertical pupils abruptly contracted into blood–moon–like slits. A low growl rumbled in her throat, and her aura crushed down.

Willow’s legs buckled, and she fell to her knees. Fear pheromones from her nape mixed with cheap perfume, creating a pungent, sour stench.

“Remember this—I am Paisley of the Crimson Flame Pack and the Stephens family,” Paisley said, her wolf claws tightening.

The aura of her dominance cascaded over Willow like a tidal wave, unrelenting in its crushing force. “Every time I hear you slander Luna Adelaide–every single time–I’ll make you kneel again,” Paisley growled low in her throat. Her voice carried the weight of her threat, resounding within the hall. Willow trembled, her body trembling under the weight of Paisley’s domineering presence.

The ladies of the Soulrend Pack turned pale with embarrassment and fury. Their pheromones, laced with shame and indignation, filled the room.

This day had brought nothing but disgrace, and they were doubly angered–both by Willow’s insolence and by an outsider’s interference in their pack’s internal affairs.

Melinda’s cedar pheromones suddenly wavered, Her once bright eyes welled with

Clinging to Chloe’s sleeve, she whispered, “Luna Chloe, she… Willow has gone too far.”

slowly placed her coffee cup on the table. The gentle clink echoed

In a calm,

turning to Chloe, her moonstone pendant casting a cool glow on her collarbone, she asked, “Would you

her pheromones now tinged with noticeable relief. She recognized Adelaide’s intent. “Luna Adelaide, please feel free. Melinda, see

they caught sight of

Willow’s former arrogance

distinct marks on Willow’s cheeks, the skin swollen from the

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shoved Willow away

as she addressed Melinda. “Your guest is quite the savage. But I

abdomen and, supported by an

drained of color, and tears streamed down

hall of the villa where she stayed and gently dabbed at her tears with a

lord over you like

Dwight doesn’t need to rely on my parents. Besides, even they can’t help advance his career. They’re already stretched

power. Nor was he adept at managing pack affairs. With limited savings, his family relied on

sustenance and provisions. He and

“Has she always been so

complaint, and Dwight berated me,” Melinda said, tears streaming as she wiped her eyes, her gaze

I to do? I love him so much, yet how can he break my heart like this? I’m carrying his child, and he chooses a nightclub call girl as his breeder. Have you ever heard of

brag about with the Soulrend Pack? If it weren’t for that one standout

“I used to think I was so lucky. Among all the she–wolves who adored him, he chose me. I know I’m not as beautiful as Willow, but I’m from a royal

just sends someone to ask after me

Adelaide asked, dabbing at Melinda’s

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