Third Person’s POV


    <b>#</b><b>5F </b><b>Cons </b>


    “Why do you gef to decide what happens in our pack? Who do you think you are?” the old Luna roared, abandoning her cane and shoving Prisci


    Prisci dramatically fell to the ground, eximing, “You actually dared to hit me? Soulrend Pack would assault royalty–they clearly hold the royal family in contempt!”


    The entire Soulrend Pack froze.


    Prisci, who had moments ago been hurling insults with abandon, now yed the wronged party, squeezing out a few tears.


    /, even


    Meanwhile, Adide and Lance had been in the carriage heading to Soulrend Pack for over <b>half </b>an hour.


    Some matters required discretion, but if Prisci was being wronged, intervention was not only justified but necessary<b>. </b>


    This was precisely what Adide had instructed Paisley to convey to Prisci: to berate and even strike first if needed, and once enraged, to fall to the ground, providing ample justification for their involvement.


    As Paisley dragged Willow away. Paige had taken the opportunity to dash to the Silverlight Pack, reporting that Prisci was causing a scene at Soulrend Pack.


    Alpha Howell and Luna Skye were both shocked.


    Given Prisci’s fiery temperament, this could escte into a full–blown feud between the two packs.


    <b>Luna </b>Skye, who had long wished to visit her daughter, had been restrained by Alpha Howell.


    Now, fearing the worst, Alpha Howell hastily prepared to depart for Soulr


    Two vehicles arrived almost simultaneously at the borders of Soulrend Pack..


    Pack


    Lance, holding Adide’s hand, stepped out first. Alpha Howell followed, turning to assist Luna Skye.


    Their eyes met, and Lance greeted them coolly, “Alpha Howell, Luna Skye<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    “Alpha Lance,” Howell acknowledged. The couple’s unexpected presence caught Alpha Howell off guard. “Why are you here?” he asked, slightly embarrassed.


    “And why are you?” Lance countered.


    Alpha Howell had intended to stop Prisci’s antics but was <b>now </b>reluctant to reveal his true intentions.


    He simply said, “We heard Melinda <b>had </b>an incident and came to check on her.”


    Lance’s demeanor instantly turned cold, a sh of ferocity in his eyes “Melinda was bullied? Let’s go inside.


    “No, it’s not…” Alpha Howell hesitated, attempting to exin it was merely a marital dispute, <b>not </b>bullying,


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    But Lance, already holding Adide’s hand<b>, </b>strode purposefully into Soulrend Pack’s packhouse.


    The high–pitched announcement echoed through the hall, “Alpha Lance arrives, <b>Luna </b>Adide arrives! Alpha Howell arrives, Luna Skye arrives!”


    As they entered, the gathered ones rose to greet them.


    Sensing the royal aura, they suppressed their pheromones and bowed their heads instinctively


    Lance’s cedar–scented dominance pressed down like a physical <b>force</b>, freezing the air.


    At the sight of Lance, Prisci’svender pheromones surged with anger.


    Her wolf eyes welled up since she felt wronged, “Soulrend Pack <b>has </b>overstepped! They pushed me–they <b>hold </b>royalty in utter contempt!”


    Her silver ne trembled with her agitation, emitting a faint plea for help.


    Lance’s golden–red eyes scanned the room coldly. His cedar dominance crushed the air, forcing every wolf’s cars to tten instinctively.


    Even Dwight, who had been attempting to project defiance, wilted under Lance’s icy gaze.


    Only Willow held her chin high, her mint pheromonesced with stubborn coldness.


    Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at Lance, but when his gaze fell on her, the vulnerability in her eyes. vanished, reced by a defiant green gleam.


    Her lips pressed into a cold, straight line.


    Lance withdrew his gaze, slightly casing the cedar pressure, and walked to the <b>main </b>seat with <b>Adide </b>


    Adide’s soft yet unassable pheromones intertwined with Lance’s cedar aura, creating the royal <b>dominance </b>field that made the surrounding wolves hold their breath.


    Alpha Howell and his wife, entering with them, felt distinctly out of ce. Their oak pheromones betrayed their unease.


    As elders of higher standing, they were nheless suppressed by Lance’s cedar dominance, forcing them -to sit stiffly in the corner seats, their tails tucked between their legs.


    “Who bullied my mother?”


    Lance asked as he sat down. His fingertips left shallow w marks on the armrest. His voice was frosty carrying the low–frequency vibration unique to an Alpha. Each word was like an ice–coated fang,


    The cedar dominance surged agam, suffocating the wolves present. Omegas even whimpered, instinctively curling up.


    After hearing the first question he asked upon sitting down, everyone’s heart skipped a beat Alpha Manfred quickly interjected, “Alpha Lance, please forgive us, No one has bullied Prisci=”


    “Are you implying my mother is lying?” Lance’s lone was icy,


    09:15


    “No, that’s not what I meant,” Alpha Manfred stammered.


    Though he held a royal position, facing Lance–a battle–hardened Alpha–diminished his confidence.


    Under Lance’s piercing gaze, he felt his scalp tingle and a chill run down his spine. “It’s all a misunderstanding


    “Alpha Lance, are you relying on your royal status to bully others?” the old Luna quickly countered.