A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

Priscilla didn’t lift her gaze, merely asking coolly, “I don’t know Soulrend Pack’s rules. But in the royal palace, anyone who offends or frames a Lycan Luna faces life imprisonment or exile. Does your pack have no such punishments? If not, surely you have corporal penalties.

Alpha Manfred knew Priscilla was there for Melinda.

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She usually didn’t meddle, so this must be on Adelaide’s behalf.

Adelaide wasn’t here because she didn’t want to be seen as interfering in pack matters. Priscilla was different. As the old Lycan King’s New Moon Priestess, and with the old Lycan King being Alpha Howell’s brother, she’s got a clearer path to act.

She was here representing Melinda’s family. It was not a perfect fit, but it made sense.

Manfred, already wary of Willow, responded to Priscilla’s undeniable aura with his own Alpha calmness, Take this woman away and teach her a lesson!” he ordered

Willow, once proud and aloof, now lay disgraced on the floor, crushed by dual Alpha aura.

She trembled violently, a choked sob escaping her throat

Trying to hold her head high and preserve her dignity, her pupils shrank with humiliation and fear. But Paisley showed no mercy, kicking the back of her knee. With a thud, she was forced to her knees.

Paisley loomed over her, grinding her boot into the ground. “Hear that? You’re about to be punished”

Willow bit her lip till it bled, lilac pheromones spiraling out of control.

Instead of tears, she lifted bloodshot eyes, defiance etched on her face.

“You powerful packs don’t care about life! Even if you kill me, I won’t submit!” She tried moral blackmail to evoke sympathy, her pheromones seething with righteous indignation.

Normally, being accused of “not valuing other’s life would make people cautious.

But Priscilla and Paisley weren’t swayed.

Priscilla slammed the table with a loud thud. A chilling aura burst from her, freezing the entire hall and making the candles flicker.

Her pupils narrowed into cold, golden slits, and wolf claws instinctively emerged from her fingertips before she suppressed them.

She ignored Dwight’s outburst and ordered firmly, “Then beat her until she yields”

“Who dares touch her?” Dwight roared like a beast.

Everyone turned to see him ushering the old Luna in

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She wore a blue–patterned silk robe over a grey nightgown, her white hair hastily tied.

She was clearly ready for bed but got word that Priscilla was here.

After a quick tidy–up, and with Dwight hurry to fetch her, she rushed over without properly fixing her hair

Her face showed annoyance at being disturbed. Though her eyes were cloudy, she still carried herself with authority.

Dwight roughly guided her inside, then rushed to shield Willow,

Sensing the lingering aura and her disheveled state, he erupted in rage. His cedar pheromones flared with sulfuric fury.

Fangs bared, he growled menacingly at Paisley and Priscilla, “Who gave you permission to harm her?”

He looked at Willow with concern and protectiveness.

“I did, Priscilla said coldly, her golden eyes locking with Dwight’s hostile gaze.

She despised how he cradled Willow–one moment ‘too proud,” the

next quivering and feigning frailty.

“Really? You agreed to have her punished moments ago,” Priscilla shot back.

“Soulrend Pack can handle its own affairs. Your Highness Priscilla, please don’t overstep,” the old Luna of Soulrend Pack said with a slight bow, maintaining her old–school aristocratic manners.

She kept her back straight and met Priscilla’s gaze directly. She tried to suppress Priscilla’s sharp royal air but then straightened up and coldly declared, “Soulrend Pack will deal with this. No need for you to interfere.”

Her calm voice carried authority

Priscilla laughed in anger, her cold pressure flaring into scorching rage.

“If your heir acted half–decently, I wouldn’t bother. What prestige do you have? I wouldn’t trouble myself tonight if not for this heartless, lover–favoring, mate–neglecting scoundrel!”

She pointed at Dwight and Willow, her trembling finger betraying her fury. “Instead of cleaning up your pack’s morals, you protect and enable. And you accuse me of overstepping?”

Her rebuke lashed out like a whip agains

Soulrend Pack’s honor.