Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Chapter 35 History Would Repeat

“Have you heard of the Bladestorm Mercenaries?”

“Never. Are they famous?” Nathaniel strained to recall but came up empty. The name meant nothing to him.

“Erase them.”

“What? Did they offend you?”

Landon shot him a look. Nathaniel immediately curbed his curiosity and nodded. “Understood, Alpha. I’ll take care of it right away.”

It was just a minor mercenary group he barely remembered; wiping them out was child’s play.

At the crack of dawn, Hector staggered back to the mercenary headquarters, his body battered and bruised.

D*mn Tessa! How dare she actually lay hands on me and humiliate me like this? There is no way in hell I am letting her get away with it.

His boss, the formidable leader of the Bladestorm Mercenaries, was an unrivaled force. Hector would have him settle the score.

This time, he wouldn’t just make Tessa kneel and beg for mercy. He would break her limbs, reducing her to a sobbing, helpless wreck at his feet.

Just picturing her utterly at his mercy sent a thrill through him. Unable to contain his anticipation, Hector shoved open the headquarters‘ doors.

“Boss, help me…”

The words died in his throat the instant he took in the scene before him.

Every single mercenary in the Bladestorm Mercenaries including the leader he had once revered, was kneeling on the ground, faces swollen, bruised, and bloodied.

breath caught.

screamed at him to retreat, but before he could move, the doors

mere presence exuding such crushing dominance that

words tumbled

Who did we provoke? Why would a werewolf of this

The confirmation came from none other than the

take a step, one of Nathaniel’s

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advanced slowly, his towering frame casting

“…”

chance to explain A brutal strike landed, followed by another, leaving

Mercenaries cease to exist as of today If I hear this name again, I will ensure every last one of you is obliterated on the

and walked away, his men following in his

leader of the Bladestorm Mercenaries rounded

you in, gave you a

Hector, fists and boots hammering into

were finished, Hector’s limbs had been shattered. He crawled home, leaving a trail of blood

agony, he

backing her? She’s supposed to be some exiled teenage wolf from the Frostmoon Pack. How the hell does she have this kind of

poured out exaggerated accusations against Tessa,

the officer reassured her, “Ms. Locke don’t worry. We’ll bring Tessa

arrest Tessa, Winona happened to

even glance at her

halted in her tracks and turned to the gathered