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

pheromones boiled with rage. She rushed to Dwight’s side, claws digging blood–streaked

tried to release Luna’s soothing aura to protect Dwight but was slammed back by Lance’s cedar dominance, stumbling

how completely flustered

Lance’s sudden golden–red vertical pupils pinned

stay out of this between Soulrend Pack and me.” Lance’s cedar aura carried a

isn’t well. Perhaps Luna Skye should

pressed down on Howell,

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of reconciliation: “This

Lance’s throat. Cedar dominance surged, toppling a nearby

eyes locked onto Howell. “He’s already been given time. He chose to

like a poisoned blade, silencing

lay hands on Priscilla and accused the

bloodiness swirled

Pack warriors, Use their claws to trim the unruly elites for

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

fists were veined and knuckles shone

of combat

under iron fists, porcelain was crushed to powder by beast–transformed feet, and the tearing of fabric sent Soulrend Pack members curling up, ears flattened, not daring to release even a

glory. Her wolf eyes, enraged and deep–green, declared, “Alpha Lance, Soulrend Pack will not be

aura.

released the pack entangled