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“c***k!” Jackson exerted force on the omega’s arm, dislocating it with surgical precision.
“Ah!!!” Rodney Tanner screamed in agony, his face contorting with pain.
The streetlights flickered on as evening approached. Onlookers, sensing the dangerous werewolf energy, quickly dispersed, leaving only my protectors and the omega.
Marcus stated firmly, “Luna, I saw him reach out and push you with my own eyes. He did it deliberately.” Anger rose in my amber eyes, my Alpha bloodline asserting itself. “Why did you push me?”
Rodney was in too much pain to speak, his face twisted with agony.
“Since you don’t want to talk,” I said coldly, “I’ll have my Alpha’s enforcers deal with you.”
(Frederick Warner’s POV)
Not far from the road, inside a sleek black Aston Martin, I sat with the window half-lowered. My storm-gray eyes gleamed with predatory satisfaction as I watched the scene unfold.
“She is Connor Rivers’ mate-to-be?” I,asked, hooking my lips into a chilling smile.
Clayton Thornton, my beta lieutenant, replied respectfully, Yes, Alpha Frederick.”
I tugged at the corners of my mouth, amusement dancing in my eyes. “She’s got a strong life force, that one.
Her wolf is resilient.”
“Marcus Shaw and Jackson Harris beside her are undoubtedly enforcers Connor Rivers assigned to her,” I observed meaningfully.
My voice dropped to a low growl. “She is indeed beautiful, her wolf carrying the scent of the old Winters bloodline. No wonder Connor Rivers treasures her so much.”
Clayton laughed harshly. “This she-wolf is Connor Rivers’ only weakness, his Achilles heel.”
“Hehe.” I retracted my gaze, dark amusement stirring my powerful wolf. “Connor Rivers ruined my operations in Blackmoor Territory, costing me a fortune in moonstones and influence.”
The Blackmoor project had consumed enormous energy and untraceable currency, only to be destroyed by Connor at the critical juncture. The losses made my wolf how! for vengeance.
“I should give him a gift in return, I continued, my voice dripping with malice. “A taste of true loss.”
My eyes fixed on Olivia’s retreating figure. “Olivia Winters, let’s see if your wolf always has such good luck.”
(Olivia’s POV)
At Ravenwood Police Station, I made a call to Connor. Within five minutes, the human police officer in charge received a call from his superior, clearly contacted by Connor or his representatives.
After hanging up, the officer’s demeanor toward me changed completely, his tone becoming polite and respectful.
“Miss Winters, we have formally opened a case for investigation on suspicion of attempted murder,” he said carefully. “You can go back now. We’ll notify you through your Alpha’s liaison as soon as there’s progress.”
I nodded slightly. “Thank you for your trouble.”
After exiting the police station, my phone rang with an unfamiliar number. The caller’s tone was rough, laced with a beta’s challenge
“I heard you took Noah Pierce’s case and want to bring arbitration against our factory?”
I frowned, my wolf sensing hostility. “Yes”
Lawyer Winters, do you have time to come to our territory? We can have a good chat.”
The man’s tone revealed disdain and arrogance, clearly underestimating me.
“Who are you?” I asked.
The man chuckled humorlessly. “Oh, I am Noah Pierce’s former Alpha, Raymond Lewis.”
I remembered the name-the Alpha of the rogue pack controlling Northern Industrial Factory
What do you want to talk about? I asked unhurriedly
“Talk about a private settlement, a blood price, if it can be resolved between our wolves, don’t go to the Territory Arbitration, it will waste everyone’s time.”
“Okay, give me an address
Raymond Lewis provided the location Moonlight Business Club, more than ten kilometers away.
After hanging up, my slender fingers topped the steering wheel absently. The visitor was unkind, his wolf radiating aggression. I couldn’t take this lightly.
The other party invited me to his chosen den, claiming he wanted reconciliation. Who knew what poisons he was brewing, perhaps involving wolfsbane or silver,
I called my two enforcers, Marcus Shaw and Jackson Harris.
The two betas responded in unison, their voices respectful. “Luna, what are your orders?”
“Go with me to the Moonlight Business Club later. I’m afraid the wolves inside will try something.”
“Yes, Luna.”
Inside a private suite at the Moonlight Business Club, Raymond Lewis sat leisurely sipping Moonlight Wine. The lean beta werewolf with his distinctive bullet-shaped head wore a black leather jacket, his cold eyes calculating.
Four beta enforcers-Travis Walker, Derek Miller, Liam Jenkins, and Garrett Mitchell-stood on both sides, their wolves projecting crude menace.
“When that Winters b***h comes in later, you rough her up, break a few bones,” Raymond’s voice was ice-cold. “If you accidentally kill her wolf, someone higher up will cover for you.”
The enforcers replied with eager growls, “Okay, Alpha Ray!”
I approached the private suite wearing a neat light gray suit and black high heels that clicked purposefully on the polished floor. Marcus Shaw opened the door for me.
Before I could step inside, the beta wolves rushed forward-four of them wielding makeshift weapons. Sharpened pipes and heavy chains glinted dully in the low light.
I reacted instantly, my wolf’s agility allowing me to step back. My enforcers, Marcus and Jackson, were quick-witted with excellent combat skills, their moves ruthless and efficient.
Screams and the sickening thud of bodies hitting the floor rose and fell. The enforcers I brought, loyal betas of the Rivers Pack, quickly knocked down Raymond Lewis’s four lackeys.
I raised my eyes to look inside the suite, meeting Raymond Lewis’s terrified gaze.
I tugged at my lips and said with a cold smile, my voice laced with the quiet authority of my Alpha bloodline, “Is this your way of talking about reconciliation, Alpha Lewis?”
(Olivia’s POV)
Raymond Lewis was pummeled mercilessly by Connor’s enforcers, Marcus Shaw and Jackson Harris. His face was swollen like a pig’s head, blood trickling from his split lip.
I stood before him, arms crossed, my amber eyes radiating a dangerous light. My wolf’s presence added to the intimidation, making the air thick with tension.
“Was it you who hired the omega, Rodney Tanner, who pushed me by the roadside just now?” I demanded. Being a lawyer in the werewolf world was a high-risk profession. It wasn’t uncommon for clients or their Alphas to resent and deliberately retaliate against lawyers who bested them in territorial or pack disputes. The recent case of Gregory Thompson, my beta colleague at Moonlaw Legal Services, being stabbed with a silver dagger by a disgruntled client’s rogue wolf and almost dying, was a fresh, chilling example. Raymond Lewis, kneeling on the ground, his wolf cowering, begged for mercy. “Spare me, Luna Winters, I was truly wrong, I will never dare again.”
I frowned, my voice sharp. “I’m asking you, was it you who hired the omega, Rodney Tanner, who pushed me by the roadside?”
Raymond Lewis looked confused, his eyes darting nervously. “What roadside? What omega pushed you?! didn’t hire anyone, I’m only meeting you for the first time now, Luna.”
Not him? My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle.
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