A Female Alpha’s Revenge

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Chapter 359

Third Person’s POV

“Paisley! Priscilla’s voice lashed through the room like a whip. An icy, oppressive aura erupted from her. pinning Georgina and the omega servants against the walls with invisible force.

Her golden eyes, narrowed to slits, glittered dangerously. “Go fetch that breeder, Willow. Bring her to the conference hall. I need to have a word with Soulrend Pack about whether such a she–wolf still deserves to run with the pack.”

Georgina and Paige stayed behind to navigate the pack politics and support Melinda, so the task of dragging Willow fell to hot–tempered Paisley.

“And Dwight?” Paisley asked, her knuckles cracking with anticipation.

Priscilla shot her a look, her aura easing slightly but her gaze still sharp as a blade. “If Willow’s coming, do you think he’ll stay away?”

Paisley grinned. Priscilla was usually sharp–witted, but now she was positively brilliant.

Guided by an omega servant, Paisley burst into Willow’s den like a storm fueled by sulfuric fury.

Dwight, still seething from his earlier run–in with Georgina where he’d lost two teeth, was in no mood for interruptions.

Under the cloying pheromones of Willow, he was in the middle of undoing his jacket, ready to embrace her.

The air hung thick with the scent of impending passion when the door exploded inward with a thunderous crash.

Dwight roared, “Who the hell-

His question died mid–roar.

was already across the room, her hand lunging out. Her fingers,

stars, his

he could react, Paisley had Willow

dragged her across the floor like a ragdoll. “Love playing the victim, do we? Today’s your lucky day

screams tore through

the stone steps and slammed her back down, again and again. Each time, Willow’s

the time Dwight, still clutching his throbbing jaw, stumbled outside, Willow was a

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disheveled nest, her face a crimson ruin of blood

the sight of Willow. Fury surged

“Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into Soulrend Pack territory and

crush Paisley with

erupted with

Willow to her feet, her claws digging

the name–Paisley. I’ve got a

honor or decency, yet you call yourself educated? You’re nothing but a beast in a man’s suit,”

back, her breaths

and the oppressive stench of her rage, could barely

interested

and stalked toward the conference hall in long,

to reality with

was already seated at the conference table, her presence a