A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 389

Third Person’s POV

The Soulrend Pack is done for, and Dwight can be written off. Find a way to get into the Ironclaw Pack. Tad currently has only one breeder, but since he’s out leading troops, you can’t get to him. So target his

brother Leon.”

He pulled out a sheet of paper with some info on Leon.

Wilorina flicked the paper with two fingers. The fact that Leon’s details could be summed up on one page showed he was hardly remarkable.

She was sick and tired of these useless people. She’d rather be like her sister, trying to get close to a big shot like Alpha Lance.

Only someone truly capable and skilled

was worth her effort.

She had thought Dwight might have some potential, but he turned out to be just another spoiled good- for–nothing who couldn’t tell right from wrong. Utterly disappointing.

“Can you cut all ties with Dwight?”

With a indifferent look, Wilorina replied, “Though he canceled my nightclub contract, I never had an official mating ceremony with him and have my ID documents back. Just get Madison to restore my free status for me.”

“As for breaking with him, that’s easy. Having lost his position as heir, he’s in a panic. If my leaving helps him start over at the Soulrend Pack, he’ll agree inwardly, even if he says otherwise.”

“Good!”

Hunt, out of things to say, lingered and then asked, “Want to visit your mom?”

“No need,” Wilorina said coolly. “She’s better off enjoying your company.”

Hunt wanted to mention she hadn’t exactly been “enjoying” anything, being locked in the dungeon, but he swallowed the words.

Called back to the Soulrend Pack, Dwight was surrounded by cold pheromones. He still put on airs, insisting he was right. His vertical pupils narrowed in anger.

“Lycan Erasmus was unwise to reprimand and strip me of my heir status.”

Arrogant and self–important, he thought himself the only clear–headed one here.

His wolf ears were slightly pulled back in contempt for the ordinary folks around him, including his own family. His pheromones openly showed his aloofness.

Seeing Dwight’s stubbornness and lack of remorse, Alpha Manfred’s cedar pheromones surged, Alpha- powered pressure sweeping out.

Enraged, he slapped Dwight, Alpha–fierce pheromones and a cracking sound filling the air. “Apologize to

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Melinda now! And if you dare utter another word against Lycan Erasmus, leave and never return to the Soulrend Pack or your Begonia Street home.”

Dwight had been worried about losing his heir status.

After some tough talk, he planned to soften his stance and bring Willow back if his family went along. But no one did. Even his doting grandmother was silent, her pheromones heavy with worry.

Now, after the slap and being forced to apologize, his rebellious streak kicked in.

Cupping his face, his wolf mane bristling with humiliation and fury, he unleashed a storm of sulfur- scented pheromones against his father’s pressure.

Snapping his neck and roaring angrily, his wolf ears stood on end with rage, “Fine, take back everything! I won’t apologize to her! She’s the jealous one who couldn’t stand Willow, hurt her, and tattled to her cousin, dragging the Blackthorn Pack into our Soulrend Pack’s business. Do you truly agree, or do you just submit to power? Your lack of backbone is your problem. Don’t expect me to share it!”

“You good–for–nothing son! Are you trying to ruin us all?”

Manfred’s cedar pheromones, thick with gunpowder–like rage, overwhelmed the room.

He shook with fury, wolf claws faintly emerging.

Other pack members, cowed by Manfred’s rage, bowed their heads.

“Dwight, this is your fault. You can’t blame others for coming to question you.”

“This isn’t fearing power, it’s knowing right from wrong and correcting mistakes.”

“Yes, you’re well–educated, yet you can’t tell right from wrong. You favored your lover, insulted your mate -it was wrong. Correcting it now, we’d still accept you…”

Dwight cut them off coldly. “Shut up. I don’t need your acceptance. You’re all mediocre and incompetent, yet you critique me. You look down on Willow’s background, but you heard she’s Madison’s mate’s illegitimate daughter. If Madison claimed her, you’d fawn on her too. You’re all sycophants!”

Old Luna, heartbroken at her once–cherished grandson’s harsh words, stiffened. noveldrama

Thinking of the Soulrend Pack’s territory, she said firmly, “Forget the rest. Apologize to Melinda and seek her forgiveness. She’s carrying your child. And you did push her–no one can deny that.”