Chapter 91 Shadows and
Chapter 91: Shadows and Assaults
Chapter 91: Shadows and Assaults
(Third person’s POV)
The grand hall of the Rivers Pack Mansion fell silent after Connor’s brutal display of pack justice. Vanessa Reed lay crumpled on the marble floor, her violet eyes swollen from tears and the forced kowtowing.
Alpha William Rivers stepped forward, his commanding presence filling the space. His ice–blue eyes, so similar to his son’s, held no warmth as he gazed down at the broken she–wolf.
“Vanessa Reed,” William’s voice resonated with absolute authority. “By the power vested in me as Alpha of the Rivers Pack, I hereby formally expel you from our bloodline and territory.”
Vanessa’s head snapped up, desperation clawing at her features. “Alpha Williamn, please-”
“The decision is final,” William cut her off coldly. “You are no longer under our protection or bound by our
laws.”
Connor signaled to Dominic Reeves, who immediately stepped forward to escort Vanessa away. As the security chief hauled her to her feet, William’s expression grew thoughtful.
“The territory council will handle her formal judgment,” William mused, his voice carrying the weight of political calculation. “Though I suspect the human authorities have already closed the cases involving Martha Steele and Walter Jenkins as non–criminal matters.”
Connor’s jaw tightened. “The investigations suggested she hired rogues to eliminate them both.”
William nodded grimly. “Indeed. But intervening further in human affairs might attract unwanted attention. The pack cannot afford such scrutiny.”
The implications hung heavy in the air. While Vanessa’s instigation of Jessica Sullivan to kidnap Grace Winters would result in confinement, the potential for three werewolf deaths would create a scandal that could destroy everything the Rivers Pack had built.
“Grandfather holds a significant position within the werewolf council,” Connor said quietly. “Political rivals would seize upon any stain on our reputation.”
William’s expression darkened. “Precisely why this matter must be handled with absolute discretion. Our influence and territory cannot be jeopardized by one rogue she–wolf’s obsession.”
(Olivia’s POV)
Monday morning arrived with crisp autumn air and the promise of justice. I returned to Moonlaw Legal Services, my briefcase containing the carefully prepared arbitration application for Noah Pierce’s case against Northern Industrial Factory.
The evidence was damning–workplace safety violations, withheld compensation, and deliberate exploitation of omega werewolves. Today, I would submit these materials to the Northern Territory Werewolf Registry
Office.
Connor’s Glacier Blue Bentley Continental GT sat gleaming in my driveway, but I chose my more understated BMW sedan instead. The Bentley was too ostentatious for daily work, drawing unwanted attention in the
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human world.
The Registry Office had no parking at its entrance, forcing me to use an open–air lot several blocks away From there, I needed to cross a busy main road.
I stood at the crosswalk, waiting for the traffic light to change. The morning rush hour filled the street with human–driven vehicles, their engines creating a steady hum of urban noise.
Suddenly, a powerful force slammed into my back,
Unprepared, 1 lunged forward uncontrollably toward the busy street. The pedestrian signal blazed red, and oncoming cars couldn’t brake in time. Drivers stared wide–eyed in shock as I hurtled toward certain death.
In that terrifying instant, I felt as if my spirit wolf was being ripped from my very soul. At the critical moment, strong hands yanked me backward.
It all happened in less than a second.
Still in shock, I gasped for breath, my heart pounding violently against my ribs. I had almost lost my life–my wolf almost torn apart by a mundane human vehicle.
“Luna, are you alright?” Marcus Shaw, one of Connor’s enforcers assigned to my protection, was pale with fright. “We nearly failed our Alpha.”
“Luna, it was this omega who pushed you!” Jackson Harris, another enforcer, restrained a gaunt, desperate–looking werewolf with his hands bound behind his back.
My heart still throbbed, my body trembling with residual terror. I was completely stunned by the brazen attempt on my life.
“Who are you?” My voice trembled uncontrollably, my wolf bristling beneath my skin. “Why did you push me?” The omega’s eyes darted around nervously. “I… I accidentally bumped into you. I really didn’t mean it…”
“You’re lying,” Jackson said coldly, his beta wolf radiating menace.
The omega hurriedly defended himself. “No, no, I really didn’t mean it…”
“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.
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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
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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?”
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