A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 364

Third Person’s POV

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“Alpha Lance, yeni re determined to trample Soulrend Parks pride into the mad with Blackthor’s clas

Old Luna sensed Lance’s cedar aura, an invisible ner suffocating the entire pack. Even the youngest pops whimpered in corners

Rage blinded her. She never expected Lance to be so arrogant, unfazed even by her threats of vide

Blackthorn warriors, bound by park taboos, halted at the inner courtyard edge

Avery stood at the packhouse door, his half–transformed fist paused mid–air, commanding the destructio of the front yard furniture and flower stands. The sound of tearing fabric was shrill in the righ

Alpha Manfred stood in the shadows, fingernails dug into his palms.

Soulrend Pack’s thorny pheromones coiled within him.

He detected Melinda’s jasmine scent mingled with Lance’s cedar aura–a panic–stricken residue from when Dwight shoved her.

Lance’s fury was clearly fueled by Melinda’s grievance, transformed into Blackthorn’s claws to etch an indelible lesson into Soulrend Pack’s territory.

Manfred’s wolf cars drooped. Watching woodchips fly, he realized this wasn’t mere venting but a direct Alpha warning to transgressors.

Dwight stood aloof, nursing his broken teeth–a consequence of being pushed.

heartbroken, spared him

Pack intervention, Soulredd Pack harbored

to provoke conflict and draw Lance

fault, they had to endure whatever

they’d struck Priscilla, a royal insult, the repercussions would

breeder, and causing her to miscarry–were

could endure

the very least, after such a commotion, the matter would not be further

arrogantly. He’d already drafted several articles in his mind, all condemning Alpha Lance for

believed that once these articles were public,

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just unafraid. He even hoped Lance would wreak more havoc. The more tyrannical Lance’s

arms, was smeared with Dwight’s blood. They appeared as star–crossed

onlookers.

unnerved Priscilla. Her nonchalant facade belied trembling hands

encounter with her son’s full

front courtyard lay in ruins. Inside the packhouse, everything but the occupied

vowing to seek

Chloe restrained her, preventing

desperately, but when she looked at