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Aztoria lunged forward with her jaws wide open.

Her entire superior Alpha aura exploded, freezing Verak’s will. All he could do was stare death in the face, eyes wide.

How could Lyra be this strong? If only he had known...

But abusers always meet their end, and this time, the victim became the executioner.

Verak’s wolf trachea was caught in Aztoria’s mouth when she tore his throat out in one savage, bloody bite.

While the blood painted the ground in crimson shades, the Alpha’s son from the Valle Fértil pack lost the light of life.

His final thought was of his father...

Drakkar dropped him to the ground in disgust and spat on him with contempt.

The pain in his chest was excruciating, the curse burning on his skin. But as long as Lyra was safe and with him, he could endure anything.

His black eyes turned to the beautiful she-wolf, who was watching him too.

Her light eyes filled with a mix of fears and expectations.

“Lyra, do you think I scared my mate? Oh no... what if she’s in