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

Luna’s soothing aura to protect Dwight but was

indecisive, was how completely flustered at seeing Dwight

sudden golden–red vertical pupils pinned him

this between Soulrend Pack and me.” Lance’s cedar aura carried

heard Melinda isn’t well. Perhaps Luna Skye

pressed down on Howell, his wolf

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reconciliation: “This must be a misunderstanding give me some

rumbled from Lance’s throat. Cedar dominance surged,

the shattered bowls, his golden–red eyes locked onto Howell. “He’s already been given time.

froze like a poisoned blade, silencing

to lay hands on Priscilla and accused the royal family of bullying.” Lance’s golden-

Pack’s bloodiness swirled

coldly. “Have him bring the Blackthorn Pack warriors, Use their claws to trim the unruly elites for

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

fists were veined and knuckles shone with a dark blue

claw gloss–honed by years of combat into weapons

with the wolves‘ low growls. Wooden tables shattered under iron fists, porcelain was crushed to powder by beast–transformed feet, and the tearing of fabric

Luna unleashed intense wormwood pheromones, the Soulrend Pack’s century–old glory. Her wolf eyes, enraged and deep–green, declared, “Alpha Lance, Soulrend Pack

aura. Wormwood

the pack entangled Lance’s