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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.

across the room, her hand lunging out. Her fingers, now jagged wolf

saw stars, his cheek ballooning

could react, Paisley had Willow by the

the victim, do we? Today’s your

screams tore through

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

still clutching his throbbing

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face a crimson ruin of blood

go!” Dwight’s heart broke at the sight of Willow. Fury surged

very skin seeming to hum with rage. “Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into

to crush Paisley with his

a cold, sharp sound. In an instant, she erupted with a sulfuric fury that scattered Dwight’s aura like

to her feet, her claws

name–Paisley. I’ve got a special hatred

or decency, yet you call yourself educated? You’re nothing but a beast in a man’s suit,” she spat,

breaths

her rage, could barely speak. He was so furious he could barely keep his

interested

dropped Willow’s collar and stalked toward

with a snarl and lunged

the conference table, her presence a glacier

over

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