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

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

soothing aura to protect Dwight but was slammed back

was how completely flustered at seeing

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

you stay out of this between Soulrend Pack and me.” Lance’s cedar aura carried a chilling

Melinda isn’t well. Perhaps Luna Skye should

aura pressed down on Howell,

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pheromones of reconciliation: “This must be a misunderstanding

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

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

air froze like a

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

pheromones laced with the Blackthorn Pack’s bloodiness swirled

twitched toward beastliness, nails glinting coldly. “Have him bring the Blackthorn Pack warriors, Use their claws to trim the unruly elites for Lycan Erasmus.

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

veined and knuckles shone with a dark blue

of

crushed to powder by beast–transformed

Her wolf eyes, enraged and deep–green, declared, “Alpha

defensive aura.

pack