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 her palms, “Lance, are

tried to release Luna’s soothing aura to protect Dwight but was slammed back by Lance’s cedar dominance, stumbling

indecisive, was how completely flustered at seeing

about to speak when Lance’s sudden golden–red vertical pupils pinned him in place–the surging menace in

Howell, I suggest you stay out of this between Soulrend

isn’t well. Perhaps Luna Skye should check

down on Howell, his

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oak pheromones of reconciliation: “This must be a misunderstanding give me

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

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

cedar–charged air froze like a poisoned blade,

the royal family of bullying.” Lance’s golden- red eyes contracted

the Blackthorn Pack’s bloodiness swirled

“Have him bring the Blackthorn Pack warriors, Use their claws to trim the unruly elites for Lycan Erasmus. Reduce everythin in

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

weapon–less, their beast–transformed fists were veined and knuckles shone with

by years of combat into weapons

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

the Soulrend Pack’s century–old glory. Her wolf eyes, enraged and deep–green, declared, “Alpha Lance, Soulrend Pack will not be

defensive aura.

released the pack entangled