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.

across the room, her hand lunging out. Her fingers, now jagged wolf claws, connected with

stars, his cheek ballooning

he could react, Paisley had Willow

dragged her across the floor like a ragdoll. “Love playing the victim,

tore through

her back down, again and again. Each time, Willow’s body scraped against the rough stone, her cries growing more

his throbbing

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nest, her face a crimson ruin of blood

her go!” Dwight’s heart broke at the sight of Willow. Fury

pheromones blazed, his very skin seeming to hum with rage. “Who the hell are you? How dare

to crush Paisley

an instant, she erupted with

yanked Willow to her feet, her

name–Paisley. I’ve got a

you, Dwight. Pathetic. You don’t know the first thing about honor or decency, yet you call

back, her breaths coming

could barely

wasn’t interested in

collar and stalked toward the conference hall in long,

with

already seated at the conference table, her presence a