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

claws digging blood–streaked grooves into

aura to protect Dwight but was slammed back by Lance’s cedar dominance,

was how completely flustered

vertical pupils pinned him in place–the surging menace in them

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

Melinda isn’t well. Perhaps Luna Skye should check

on Howell, his wolf cars drooping

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he still mustered his oak pheromones of reconciliation: “This must be a misunderstanding

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

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

like a poisoned blade, silencing

on Priscilla and accused the royal

the Blackthorn Pack’s bloodiness

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

Blackthorn Pack–specific

beast–transformed fists were veined and knuckles shone with a

by years of combat into

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

Luna unleashed intense wormwood pheromones, the Soulrend Pack’s century–old glory. Her wolf eyes, enraged and deep–green, declared, “Alpha Lance, Soulrend Pack will not be trampled by your

defensive aura. Wormwood

pack entangled