The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 364

Third Person’s POV

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“Alpha Lance, yeni re determined to trample Soulrend Parks pride into the mad with Blackthor’s clas

Old Luna sensed Lance’s cedar aura, an invisible ner suffocating the entire pack. Even the youngest pops whimpered in corners

Rage blinded her. She never expected Lance to be so arrogant, unfazed even by her threats of vide

Blackthorn warriors, bound by park taboos, halted at the inner courtyard edge

Avery stood at the packhouse door, his half–transformed fist paused mid–air, commanding the destructio of the front yard furniture and flower stands. The sound of tearing fabric was shrill in the righ

Alpha Manfred stood in the shadows, fingernails dug into his palms.

Soulrend Pack’s thorny pheromones coiled within him.

He detected Melinda’s jasmine scent mingled with Lance’s cedar aura–a panic–stricken residue from when Dwight shoved her.

Lance’s fury was clearly fueled by Melinda’s grievance, transformed into Blackthorn’s claws to etch an indelible lesson into Soulrend Pack’s territory.

Manfred’s wolf cars drooped. Watching woodchips fly, he realized this wasn’t mere venting but a direct Alpha warning to transgressors.

Dwight stood aloof, nursing his broken teeth–a consequence of being pushed.

spared him further

Silverlight Pack intervention,

late–night visit aimed to provoke conflict and draw Lance and Adelaide

was at fault, they had to endure whatever Lance

word spread that they’d struck Priscilla, a royal insult, the repercussions

Melinda, favoring a nightclub breeder, and causing

Soulrend Pack could endure Alpha Lance’s outburst

after such a commotion, the matter would not be further pursued to

stood there arrogantly. He’d already drafted several articles in his

that once these articles were public, many

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a substantial following of university students who

outery, articles denouncing Alpha Lance would emerge

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He even hoped Lance would wreak more havoc. The more tyrannical Lance’s actions, the

arms, was smeared with Dwight’s

onlookers.

display unnerved Priscilla. Her nonchalant facade belied trembling hands hidden in

first encounter with her son’s

front courtyard lay in ruins. Inside the packhouse, everything but

to

Chloe restrained her, preventing a self–destructive

wanted to fight desperately, but when she looked