The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Third Person’s POV

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Dwight’s chest heaved with Soulrend Pack’s signature thorny pheromones. His dark green wolf eyes. narrowed to slits with rage, betrayed his disdain for the royal family’s intimidation tactics.

“It’s Priscilla who’s bullying us with her power,” he spat, his fangs piercing his lower lip. Blood and themy pheromones burst forth, openly defying Lance’s cedar dominance.

Not a flicker of emotion crossed Lance’s golden–red vertical pupils. The icy cedar aura tightened abruptly. like invisible chains strangling Dwight’s throat.

Too talkative. Tommy, hit him.”

Without even looking up, Lance’s royal aura had already frozen the air. Omegas flattened their ears in terror, trembling violently.

Tommy strode in, his wrist already showing dark blue veins of beastly transformation. Wolf claws burst half–an–inch from his fingertips, rust–flavored gales slicing across Dwight’s cheek.

A crisp “smack” echoed–not just a slap, but Lance’s aura crushing Dwight through Tommy.

Dwight was sent flying into a pillar. The thorny pheromones burst like crushed berries, mixing with blood and spattering the floor.

The second slap came with Tommy’s fully transformed wolf claws. Steel–like nails scraped Dwight’s jaw, leaving five bloody marks.

Dwight’s face swelled instantly. His dark green wolf eyes scattered with pain and humiliation, yet he still struggled to release weak dominance.

“You’ve gone too far, Alpha Lance! he snarled, blood and broken fang were nearly extinguished.

ig. The thorny pheromones

wormwood pheromones boiled with rage. She rushed to Dwight’s side, claws digging blood–streaked grooves into her palms, “Lance, are you deliberately sending them to bully

release Luna’s soothing aura to protect Dwight but was

how completely flustered at seeing Dwight

pinned him in place–the surging

suggest you stay out of this between Soulrend Pack and me.” Lance’s

heard Melinda isn’t well. Perhaps Luna Skye should check

Howell, his

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oak pheromones of reconciliation: “This must

low growl rumbled from Lance’s throat. Cedar dominance surged, toppling a nearby dining

golden–red eyes locked onto Howell. “He’s already been given time. He chose to reject

froze like a

lay hands on Priscilla and accused the royal family

Pack’s bloodiness swirled

toward beastliness, nails glinting coldly. “Have him bring the Blackthorn Pack warriors, Use

and his warriors entered, their Blackthorn Pack–specific iron–rust pheromones instantly flooding

were veined and knuckles shone with

of combat into

porcelain was crushed to powder by beast–transformed feet, and the tearing of fabric sent Soulrend Pack members curling up, ears

Her wolf eyes, enraged and deep–green, declared, “Alpha Lance, Soulrend Pack will not be trampled by your

aura. Wormwood pheromones,

pack entangled Lance’s cedar