The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 364

Third Person’s POV

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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.

Luna, heartbroken, spared

Silverlight Pack intervention, Soulredd Pack harbored

provoke conflict and

fault, they had to endure whatever

Priscilla, a royal insult, the repercussions

post–dismissal–abusing Melinda, favoring a nightclub breeder, and causing her to miscarry–were charges

to these, the Soulrend Pack could

matter would not be further pursued

articles in his

articles were public, many would join

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substantial following of university students

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would wreak more havoc. The more tyrannical Lance’s actions, the more monstrous Dwight could

with Dwight’s blood. They appeared as

onlookers.

Her nonchalant facade belied trembling hands hidden in

first encounter with her

lay in ruins. Inside the packhouse, everything but

wailed, vowing to seek justice at

Chloe restrained her, preventing a self–destructive

to fight desperately, but when she looked at