Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1560:

With the crowd watching, Rhys casually tossed the rope aside. He strode forward with confidence and slipped his arm around Harlee’s waist, locking eyes with the alpha wolf. His voice was slow and deliberate as he spoke.

“I’ll spare your life. But in return, you will bring us food every day. A mix of meat and vegetables. And don’t ever think about giving us the same thing the golden eagle gets.”

Harlee had mentioned bits and pieces about this place to Rhys, and he was no stranger to the golden eagle’s reputation.

At his words, the alpha wolf’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear darting across its face. The golden eagle? Could this human be the master of the golden eagle? The thought rippled through the alpha wolf’s mind, and it all suddenly made sense.

Without another moment’s hesitation, the alpha wolf lowered its gaze, adopting an expression of submission. Sensing the change, the other wolves instinctively stepped back.

“You can go now,” Rhys commanded. His arm tightened around Harlee’s waist as he turned, guiding her toward the dilapidated yard.

alpha wolf raised its head to the moonlit sky and howled. With one last arrogant posture, it turned and disappeared into

desert. In moments, the eerie silence returned, as if the pack had never existed

wolves really possess such intelligence? But no, the real question should be whether these were merely wolves. Why had the alpha wolf tried to kill them earlier, only to suddenly turn affectionate,

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than the last. How had Harlee and the wolves

asked the wolves to bring them food. Wasn’t that a bit too far-fetched? Sure, wolves were clever, but surely not

share some kind of friendship? Harlee and Rhys strode over side by side, their footsteps purposeful. She glanced at the stunned recruits, eyes dark with

and preserve the wolf carcasses. This will be your food

attention

eyes drifted over to Lionel, Rita, and Mooney. Her voice was colder than before as she said, “You have ten minutes to deal with the wolves and tend to your injuries. Meet me

into the yard, their boots crunching against

breath until the two figures

the pile of twenty or thirty wolf carcasses, then at Lionel’s grim expression, and let out a