The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 310

Chapter 310

Third Person’s POV

Paisley’s wolf claws suddenly elongated by three inches. The hard keratin layer pierced through her silk gloves, emitting an cerie blue glow.

“What are you doing…”

Willow instinctively backed away but was seized by Paisley’s iron–like wolf claws on her shoulders.

Paisley’s vertical pupils abruptly contracted into blood–moon–like slits. A low growl rumbled in her throat, and her aura crushed down.

Willow’s legs buckled, and she fell to her knees. Fear pheromones from her nape mixed with cheap perfume, creating a pungent, sour stench.

“Remember this—I am Paisley of the Crimson Flame Pack and the Stephens family,” Paisley said, her wolf claws tightening.

The aura of her dominance cascaded over Willow like a tidal wave, unrelenting in its crushing force. “Every time I hear you slander Luna Adelaide–every single time–I’ll make you kneel again,” Paisley growled low in her throat. Her voice carried the weight of her threat, resounding within the hall. Willow trembled, her body trembling under the weight of Paisley’s domineering presence.

The ladies of the Soulrend Pack turned pale with embarrassment and fury. Their pheromones, laced with shame and indignation, filled the room.

This day had brought nothing but disgrace, and they were doubly angered–both by Willow’s insolence and by an outsider’s interference in their pack’s internal affairs.

Melinda’s cedar pheromones suddenly wavered, Her once bright eyes welled with

Clinging to Chloe’s sleeve, she whispered, “Luna Chloe, she… Willow has gone too far.”

cup on the table. The gentle clink echoed crisply in

settling on each person present. In a

her moonstone pendant casting a cool glow on her collarbone, she asked, “Would you mind

Adelaide’s intent. “Luna

Adelaide outside. Just then, they caught sight of

Willow’s former arrogance

left distinct marks on Willow’s cheeks, the skin swollen from the force of

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approach, Paisley shoved Willow away with disdain. “Scram!” she

guest is quite the savage. But I must thank her–Dwight will

and, supported by

drained of color, and tears streamed

where she stayed and gently dabbed at her tears with

sighed, “How can she lord over you like this? You’re Dwight’s

as his mate? Dwight doesn’t need to rely on my parents.

no actual power. Nor was he adept

several breeders, each requiring sustenance and provisions. He and Luna Skye were simply unable to offer Melinda

inquired, “Has she always been so

when she served me coffee, she deliberately spilled it on my shoes. I said a few words in complaint,

child, and he chooses a nightclub call girl as his breeder. Have you

there to brag about with the Soulrend Pack? If it weren’t for that one standout talent, it would have declined long

Willow, but I’m

just sends someone

Adelaide asked, dabbing at Melinda’s