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Chapter 136: The Luna’s Fury
Chapter 136: The Luna’s Fury
(Frederick’s POV)
“Go, untic the silver–laced ropes binding her,” I commanded Marcus Cole, my voice dripping with sadistic
anticipation.
“Yes, Alpha,” Marcus replied, though I could sense his wolf whimpering in protest at what was about to
unfold.
Everyone present clearly heard our conversation. Just moments before, I had ordered my rogue enforcers to assault Olivia Winters, the future Luna of the Rivers pack. Those wolves had already begun advancing on her like starved predators sensing vulnerable prey.
Their eyes gleamed with lustful hunger as they imagined what they would do to Connor Rivers‘ precious mate. The thought of defiling the daughter of an Alpha bloodline sent waves of excitement through their pack bonds.
Olivia was lying near the edge of the abandoned building, quite a distance from the rogues. The enforcers had only walked halfway when they heard my new command.
They all stopped abruptly, their wolves panting with lustful hunger. Their eyes remained fixed eagerly on Olivia as they anxiously waited for Marcus to remove the silver–threaded restraints that had been suppressing her werewolf strength.
Olivia glared fiercely at me, her amber eyes blazing with a hatred so intense it seemed capable of tearing me apart. The fury radiating from her was intoxicating.
I was savoring her rage like fine wine. A cruel smile curved my lips as I asked in a voice filled with dark pleasure, “Do you hate me, little Luna p>
Her silence only fueled my excitement. The way her chest rose and fell with barely controlled rage was magnificent.
I reveled in Olivia’s hatred, my wolf feeding off her rage and despair like a parasite. “Crushing you would be as easy as crushing an omega pup,” I sneered, my voice carrying the authority of an Alpha who had clawed his way to power through violence.
“Your anger is my stimulant, your fear my entertainment p>
Marcus approached Olivia reluctantly, his wolf’s instincts screaming against harming a female pack member. Especially one destined to be Luna.
He dragged her away from the building’s edge and began untying the silver–laced ropes. His hands treed slightly as he worked.
The moment the restraints fell away, Olivia’s werewolf strength surged back like a dam bursting. She desperately charged toward me, catching Marcus completely off guard.
The other rogues, their minds clouded by lustful thoughts and underestimating the daughter of an Alpha bloodline, were too slow to react to her sudden burst of supernatural speed.
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I dodged Olivia’s Initial attack with practiced ease, my own Alpha reflexes honed by years of brut She moved faster than I had expected, but not fast enough.
I retaliated with a vicious backhand that sent her stumbling backward. Then I ordered my men to stay bec my eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Let me handle this wildcat myself,” I growled, my wolf rising to the surface.
I recalled the surveillance videos where Olivia was always sad and tearful, missing Connor Rivers. She had appeared as nothing more than a beautiful but empty–headed she–wolf who couldn’t survive without her Alpha’s protection.
I knew she was a lawyer but had dismissed her as weak. I viewed her legal career as mere pack politics rather than genuine capability.
In my twisted mind, Olivia was just another lovesick female, obsessed with her mate and utterly helpless
without him. How wrong I had been.
“Impressive for a pampered pack princess,” I taunted, circling her like a predator. Her fighting stance was surprisingly solid.
“You want to know what real training looks like?” I snarled, my wolf’s dominance pressing against her like a
physical weight.
I recounted my own brutal upbringing in Blackmoor Territory, where I’d been raised by the leader of the most vicious rogue pack. “My training was inhumane – abandoned on remote islands to survive alone p>
“Forced to fight other werewolves in underground arenas. Subjected to silver torture to build resistance.” Through blood and savagery, I had eventually become the Alpha of Blackmoor’s largest criminal pack. I commanded rogues and exiles who answered to no territorial law.
My wolf had been forged in violence, shaped by abandonment and rejection from the very pack that should have claimed me as blood.
I acknowledged Olivia’s potential, noting how her extreme rage was awakening her dormant Alpha bloodline. But she was still no match for a wolf who had survived the brutal hierarchy of rogue packs.
“Your anger gives you strength, little Luna, but I’ve been bathed in blood since I could shift,” I snarled.
Olivia knew her death was inevitable. She refused to endure the humiliation I had planned. She chose to fight with every ounce of her werewolf heritage rather than submit like prey.
“A bit interesting,” I admitted, my expression shifting from disdain to genuine surprise and dark interest. My wolf had never encountered a she–wolf like Olivia before. Most females would either submit to superior strength or choose death over dishonor. But she had chosen to fight with the fury of a true Alpha’s daughter. Olivia attacked me with desperate ferocity, her wolf lending her supernatural speed and strength, was still outmatched by my superior size and experience.
I kicked her to the ground with brutal force. Her body hit the concrete hard enough to c***k it.
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She grabbed a steel bar from the construction debris and swung it at my head with werewolf strength. The metal whistled through the air.
I dodged with Alpha reflexes and yanked the bar away, causing Olivia to stumble forward. She quickly
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regained her footing.
She almed a vicious kick at my groin, her wolf’s instincts targeting my most vulnerable area. I was taken aback by her ruthless tactics.
Was this refined pack princess truly intending to end my bloodline entirely? As I prepared to retaliate, Olivia
looked up.
Our eyes met in a moment of pure, primal recognition.
I was shocked by what I saw in Olivia’s amber eyes. They burned with bloodthirsty mania, the killing fury of a cornered wolf with nothing left to lose.
Through her gaze, I glimpsed an echo of my own past. I remembered the desperate young wolf who had fought wild beasts in underground arenas years ago, driven by the same desperate will to survive
Av own wolf
The sight of those “killing eyes” made me abandon my previous casual attitude and cruel smile. My recognized the dangerous shift in my prey.
This was no longer a helpless she–wolf to be toyed with. This was a predator awakening to her own lethal potential.
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