A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Third Person’s POV

As Paisley finished speaking, Willow’s mint pheromones abruptly grew chaotic, like gauze shredded by a

gale.

Her wolf eyes contracted in shock, their clear green hue clouding instantly, and her face paled.

But this lapse lasted only a second. The next moment, her eyes reddened and her wolf ears flattened in grievance.

As tears welled up, her mint pheromones carried a calculated fragility, like a sapling bent by a storm: “W- what are you talking about?”

The wolf eyes of Alpha Manfred and others shrank in unison. Soulrend Pack’s signature thorny pheromones fluctuated violently with shock.

They stared at Willow as if trying to peel back her refined facade.

Manfred’s knuckles whitened, his wolf claws curling subconsciously in his palms. The thorny scent trembled with disbelief—was she actually Madison’s daughter?

The rest of the pack was in an uproar, whispered conversations tangling pheromones into knots. Madison’s only daughter, Wanda, was well–known as royalty. How could there be another child?

Paisley’s cedar pheromones sharpened like a blade. She lifted her chin slightly, her wolf eyes glinting with mockery. “You can’t deny it. I’ve uncovered every detail of this affair.”

Her aura pricked Weedles. “You think your little secrets could stay hidden from Luna Adelaide?”

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“No, it’s not true, Willow sobbed, her body shaking.

Mint pheromones flickered like a dying flame.

She clutched Dwight’s sleeve, her wolf claws leaving faint marks. If I were Madison’s daughter, how would I have ended up in a place like Red Nightclub?”

Her cries mixed with puppy–like whimpers, softening the thorny pheromones around Dwight.

Dwight swiftly shielded her with his body. His dark green wolf eyes flared with protective rage, thorny pheromones wrapping Willow in a gentle cocoon. “I believe you. She’s just using you to smear Madison.”

His palm warmed Willow’s trembling hand, trying to soothe her chaotic pheromones.

“Idiot!” Lance’s golden–red eyes flashed coldly. Cedar dominance pierced the air like icicles.

One word, laced with contempt, froze Dwight’s thorny aura.

Adelaide’s pheromones flowed steadily, carrying unshakable certainty. “She is indeed Madison’s mate Hunt’s daughter.

Turning to Alpha Manfred, she added, “As for why she infiltrated your pack under this identity, you’d better reflect on that ”

“Luna Adelaide, Luna Adelaidel”

In his desperation, Manfred’s thorny pheromones surged. He strode forward but was halted by Paisley’s

cedar dominance.

Forced to stop, his wolf eyes bloodshot with urgency, he growled in a voice tinged with wolf vibration, “Luna Adelaide, please clarify, Is she… truly Hunt’s daughter?”

The scent of Willow’s suppressed pheromones hung like a poorly told lie.

Paisley’s cedar pheromones turned razor–sharp. “Ask me,” she said. “I investigated this.”

Her emerald wolf eyes gleamed with icy judgment. Her dominance pricked Willow like needles. “She is Madison’s mate Hunt’s daughter-

“Born to another breeder in the West Wing’s ‘nursery

Paisley’s cedar aura carried mockery as she scanned Willow’s blanched face. “Trained from childhood to please men with pheromones, her neck glands bear faint traces of countless Alpha markings-

She emphasized “markings, her cedar dominance surging. The ‘innocence you speak of, in the werewolf world, refers to those marked by numerous unknown Alphas, doesn’t it?”

Tam innocent”

Willow’s mint pheromones erupted in chaos.

As she flung herself into Dwight’s arms, her wolf ears pressed against her skull, her light green eyes brimming with tears. Her claws left tiny marks on his clothing. “How could she defame me like this?

Dwight’s thorny aura exploded, encasing Willow in a protective shell.

His dark green eyes reddened with fury, and he unleashed his highest–level aura. “She is innocent, and 1 vouch for it!”

Thorny pheromones clashed with Paisley’s cedar aura, hissing like live wires.

“Foolishness suits you, Paisley sneered.

Cedar pheromones sharpened into ice–tipped darts, overwhelming Dwight’s thorny defense. “Do you think werewolves judge ‘innocence‘ by appearances?”

Her wolf claws emerged, nails gleaming coldly. “Her neck glands still reek of the low–class walves from Red Nightclub–can’t you scent it?”

“Liar!” Dwight’s fury broke his lower lip. Blood and thorny pheromones burst forth as he roared at Paisley “Get out! All of you, get out!”

He strengthened his pheromones to shield Willow further but was shoved back by Lance’s inadvertently leaked cedar dominance. noveldrama

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