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

Pack intervention, Soulredd Pack harbored

provoke conflict and

Soulrend Pack was at fault, they had

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

favoring a nightclub breeder, and causing her to miscarry–were charges

these, the Soulrend Pack could endure Alpha

a commotion, the matter would not be further pursued

already drafted several articles in

articles were public, many would join

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had a substantial following of university students who once

the outery, articles denouncing Alpha Lance would

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He even hoped Lance would wreak more havoc. The more tyrannical Lance’s actions, the more monstrous

was smeared with Dwight’s blood. They appeared as

onlookers.

Priscilla. Her nonchalant facade belied trembling hands hidden in

was her first encounter with

ruins. Inside the packhouse, everything but

wailed, vowing to

her, preventing a self–destructive

wanted to fight desperately, but when she looked at Alpha Lance, she saw no fear