A Female Alpha’s Revenge

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“Paisley! Priscilla’s voice lashed through the room like a whip. An icy, oppressive aura erupted from her. pinning Georgina and the omega servants against the walls with invisible force.

Her golden eyes, narrowed to slits, glittered dangerously. “Go fetch that breeder, Willow. Bring her to the conference hall. I need to have a word with Soulrend Pack about whether such a she–wolf still deserves to run with the pack.”

Georgina and Paige stayed behind to navigate the pack politics and support Melinda, so the task of dragging Willow fell to hot–tempered Paisley.

And Dwight?” Paisley asked, her knuckles cracking with anticipation.

Priscilla shot her a look, her aura easing slightly but her gaze still sharp as a blade. “If Willow’s coming, do you think he’ll stay away?”

Paisley grinned. Priscilla was usually sharp–witted, but now she was positively brilliant.

Guided by an omega servant, Paisley burst into Willow’s den like a storm fueled by sulfuric fury.

Dwight, still seething from his earlier run–in with Georgina where he’d lost two teeth, was in no mood for interruptions.

Under the cloying pheromones of Willow, he was in the middle of undoing his jacket, ready to embrace her.

The air hung thick with the scent of impending passion when the door exploded inward with a thunderous crash.

Dwight roared, “Who the hell-

His question died mid–roar.

Paisley was already across the room, her hand lunging out. Her fingers, now jagged wolf claws, connected with a resounding crack against Dwight’s face.

Dwight saw stars, his cheek ballooning instantly.

Before he could react, Paisley had Willow by the hair.

She dragged her across the floor like a ragdoll. “Love playing the victim, do we? Today’s your lucky day for a real beating!”

Willow’s screams tore through the air. noveldrama

Paisley hoisted her up the stone steps and slammed her back down, again and again. Each time, Willow’s body scraped against the rough stone, her cries growing more desperate.

By the time Dwight, still clutching his throbbing jaw, stumbled outside, Willow was a mess

Her hair was a disheveled nest, her face a crimson ruin of blood and bruises.

“Let her go!” Dwight’s heart broke at the sight of Willow. Fury surged through him.

His Alpha pheromones blazed, his very skin seeming to hum with rage. “Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into Soulrend Pack territory and assault us?

He tried to crush Paisley with his aura.

Paisley laughed, a cold, sharp sound. In an instant, she erupted with a sulfuric fury that scattered Dwight’s aura like dust.

She yanked Willow to her feet, her claws digging into the girl’s throat.

“Remember the name–Paisley. I’ve got a special hatred for scum like you.”

“Look at you, Dwight. Pathetic. You don’t know the first thing about honor or decency, yet you call yourself educated? You’re nothing but a beast in a man’s suit,” she spat, her fangs glinting with fury.

Willow’s eyes rolled back, her breaths coming in wet, choking gasps.

Dwight, choked by her words and the oppressive stench of her rage, could barely speak. He was so furious he could barely keep his beast in check.

Paisley wasn’t interested in his rage.

She dropped Willow’s collar and stalked toward the conference hall in long, purposeful strides.

Dwight snapped back to reality with a snarl and lunged after her.

Priscilla was already seated at the conference table, her presence a glacier of cold authority.

Her eyes, sharp as spearpoints, raked over the room. A heavy, suffocating p.

ire radiated from her.

She spoke not a word, yet the sheer weight of her silence made every soul in the room–including Georgina, who arrived breathless–shiver and shrink back.

The air thickened with dread, each breath a labor.

The lower–ranking omegas turned pale, their legs trembling beneath them.

On the ride over, Paisley had relayed Adelaide’s instructions, “Begin with courtesy, but after witnessing Melinda’s battered spirit, unleash every ounce of Alpha aura. The goal was to crush the room with your presence–even the old Luna of Soulrend Pack.”

Paisley dragged Willow into the hall and tossed her roughly to the floor.

A wave of cedar and rust–red Alpha pheromones, laced with fury, rolled over Willow, pinning her to the ground like a broken doll.

Priscilla’s lip curled. “So this is the she–wolf who dares play games before Melinda, Soulrend Park, where its members stand up for a bully like her and hang Melinda out to dry–what do you say, Priscilla?”

Luna Chloe despised Willow, yet tolerated her because she was her sun’s treasure, and her son

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Luna’s treasure.

Seeing Willow so humiliated, her breeder pheromones–a cloyingly sweet lilac–running wild with terror. Luna Chloe couldn’t deny a flicker of satisfaction.

But she maintained her Luna’s composure, her fingers tightening just the slightest bit.


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