A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

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Dwight’s chest heaved with Soulrend Pack’s signature thorny pheromones. His dark green wolf eyes. narrowed to slits with rage, betrayed his disdain for the royal family’s intimidation tactics.

“It’s Priscilla who’s bullying us with her power,” he spat, his fangs piercing his lower lip. Blood and themy pheromones burst forth, openly defying Lance’s cedar dominance.

Not a flicker of emotion crossed Lance’s golden–red vertical pupils. The icy cedar aura tightened abruptly. like invisible chains strangling Dwight’s throat.

Too talkative. Tommy, hit him.”

Without even looking up, Lance’s royal aura had already frozen the air. Omegas flattened their ears in terror, trembling violently.

Tommy strode in, his wrist already showing dark blue veins of beastly transformation. Wolf claws burst half–an–inch from his fingertips, rust–flavored gales slicing across Dwight’s cheek.

A crisp “smack” echoed–not just a slap, but Lance’s aura crushing Dwight through Tommy.

Dwight was sent flying into a pillar. The thorny pheromones burst like crushed berries, mixing with blood and spattering the floor.

The second slap came with Tommy’s fully transformed wolf claws. Steel–like nails scraped Dwight’s jaw, leaving five bloody marks.

Dwight’s face swelled instantly. His dark green wolf eyes scattered with pain and humiliation, yet he still struggled to release weak dominance.

“You’ve gone too far, Alpha Lance! he snarled, blood and broken fang were nearly extinguished.

ig. The thorny pheromones

wormwood pheromones boiled with rage. She rushed to Dwight’s side, claws digging

tried to release Luna’s soothing aura to protect Dwight but was

indecisive, was how completely flustered at

sudden golden–red vertical pupils pinned him

this between Soulrend Pack

Melinda isn’t well. Perhaps Luna

aura pressed down on Howell, his wolf cars

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pheromones of reconciliation: “This

low growl rumbled from Lance’s throat. Cedar dominance surged, toppling a nearby

locked onto Howell. “He’s

cedar–charged air froze like a

accused the royal

pheromones laced with the Blackthorn Pack’s bloodiness swirled like a

bring the Blackthorn Pack warriors, Use their claws to trim the unruly

entered, their Blackthorn Pack–specific iron–rust pheromones instantly flooding the

their beast–transformed fists were veined and knuckles shone with a dark

by years of

destruction mixed with the wolves‘ low growls. Wooden tables shattered under iron fists, porcelain was crushed to powder by beast–transformed feet, and the

pheromones, the Soulrend Pack’s century–old glory. Her wolf eyes, enraged and deep–green, declared, “Alpha Lance, Soulrend Pack will not be trampled by your

defensive aura. Wormwood

pack entangled Lance’s