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Chapter 359

Third Person’s POV

“Paisley! Priscilla’s voice lashed through the room like a whip. An icy, oppressive aura erupted from her. pinning Georgina and the omega servants against the walls with invisible force.

Her golden eyes, narrowed to slits, glittered dangerously. “Go fetch that breeder, Willow. Bring her to the conference hall. I need to have a word with Soulrend Pack about whether such a she–wolf still deserves to run with the pack.”

Georgina and Paige stayed behind to navigate the pack politics and support Melinda, so the task of dragging Willow fell to hot–tempered Paisley.

“And Dwight?” Paisley asked, her knuckles cracking with anticipation.

Priscilla shot her a look, her aura easing slightly but her gaze still sharp as a blade. “If Willow’s coming, do you think he’ll stay away?”

Paisley grinned. Priscilla was usually sharp–witted, but now she was positively brilliant.

Guided by an omega servant, Paisley burst into Willow’s den like a storm fueled by sulfuric fury.

Dwight, still seething from his earlier run–in with Georgina where he’d lost two teeth, was in no mood for interruptions.

Under the cloying pheromones of Willow, he was in the middle of undoing his jacket, ready to embrace her.

The air hung thick with the scent of impending passion when the door exploded inward with a thunderous crash.

Dwight roared, “Who the hell-

His question died mid–roar.

Her fingers, now

saw stars, his cheek

could react, Paisley had Willow by

like a ragdoll. “Love playing the

tore through

slammed her back down, again and again. Each time, Willow’s body scraped

clutching his throbbing jaw, stumbled outside, Willow

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disheveled nest, her face a crimson ruin

Dwight’s heart broke at the sight of

pheromones blazed, his very skin seeming to hum with rage. “Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into Soulrend

crush Paisley with his

an instant, she erupted with a sulfuric fury that scattered

to her feet, her claws digging into the girl’s

the name–Paisley. I’ve got a special hatred

Dwight. Pathetic. You don’t know the first thing about honor or decency, yet you call yourself educated? You’re nothing but a

back, her breaths coming in

by her words and the oppressive stench of her rage, could barely speak. He was so furious he could barely keep his beast

interested in

toward the conference hall in

back to reality with a snarl and lunged after

conference table, her presence a glacier of

eyes, sharp as spearpoints, raked over the room. A

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