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

Dwight’s side, claws digging blood–streaked grooves into her palms, “Lance, are you deliberately sending

protect Dwight but was slammed back by Lance’s cedar dominance, stumbling three

indecisive, was how completely flustered at seeing Dwight

was about to speak when Lance’s sudden golden–red vertical pupils pinned him in place–the surging

you stay out of this between Soulrend Pack and

heard Melinda isn’t well. Perhaps Luna Skye should

Howell, his wolf

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still mustered his oak pheromones of reconciliation: “This must be a

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

bowls, his golden–red eyes locked onto Howell. “He’s already

like a poisoned blade, silencing

Priscilla and accused the royal family

bloodiness swirled like a blizzard. Tommy, tell

anger, twitched toward beastliness, nails glinting coldly. “Have him bring the Blackthorn Pack warriors, Use their claws to trim

and his warriors entered, their Blackthorn Pack–specific iron–rust pheromones instantly flooding

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

claw gloss–honed by years of combat into weapons

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

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

released the pack entangled Lance’s cedar