Chapter 237: The Alpha’s Retribution
Chapter 237: The Alpha’s Retribution
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My amber eyes flashed with a cold light as I faced down the threat. “The one who’s courting death is you.”
Adrian Sinclair stepped forward, his elegant features tense with concern. He positioned himself protectively between Brandon and me, his wolf recognizing the dangerous volatility radiating from the disgraced Cole pack heir.
“Olivia, be careful,” Adrian warned, his voice low and urgent. “Brandon’s unpredictable when cornered.”
I brushed aside Adrian’s protective gesture with fluid grace. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, ready for
confrontation.
Moving past Adrian, I sneered at Brandon with contempt. “Still want to go back to Ironmoon Correctional Facility?”
The provocation about his previous imprisonment ignited Brandon’s fury like a match to gasoline. His face contorted with desperate rage, the look of a wolf who had lost everything and had nothing left to lose.
He lunged forward with a snarl, his movements clumsy but driven by pure hatred. I swiftly dodged his advance, my supernatural reflexes making his attack seem sluggish.
Before I could retaliate, a sudden force intervened. A powerful leg shot out from the side, delivering a devastating kick to Brandon’s stomach.
The impact sent him sprawling across the polished floor with a sickening thud. Gasps erupted from the watching crowd of elite werewolves.
A wave of disbelief rippled through the spectators, especially among the Shadowmere Cole pack associates. Their eyes widened with shock as they processed what had just happened.
“Who dares to challenge Brandon so openly?” someone whispered in amazement.
As the collective gaze turned toward the newcomer, another gasp escaped their lips. The man exuded the
unmistakable presence of an Alpha.
His features were sharp and defined, his tall frame radiating an aura of chilling power. Lesser wolves
instinctively took a step back, their wolves recognizing superior authority.
His ice–blue eyes burned with fierce intensity that made the air itself seem to crackle with danger. The crowd fell silent under the weight of his commanding presence.
“Isn’t that the Rivers Alpha and the Winters heiress?” someone murmured in awe. “What’s going on here?”
The crowd erupted with excitement at this revelation. Recognition spread through the gathering like
wildfire.
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“That’s Connor Rivers,” the speaker confirmed, voice trembling with respect. “Alpha of the Rivers pack.”
“And she’s Olivia Winters,” another added breathlessly. “The Winters heiress.”
The news spread through the werewolf community present, amplifying the spectacle. Pack dynamics suddenly became crystal clear to everyone watching.
“Brandon’s finished,” someone said with satisfaction. “He just attacked the mate of the most powerful Alpha in the Northern Territory.”
“About time someone put that arrogant bastard in his place,” another voice added with venom. “He’s been terrorizing people for years.”
“Remember what he did to that internet celebrity? Posted her private photos everywhere until she killed
herself.”
“The Cole family covered it up, but everyone knew the truth.”
The conversation turned to Victoria Sterling, who had gone pale as death. “Look at that gold–digging omega now,” someone sneered.
“She had the nerve to insult Olivia Winters? A true pack heiress with more class in her little finger than Victoria has in her entire plastic body.”
“Olivia’s natural grace makes Victoria look like the cheap imitation she is.”
From the floor, Brandon struggled to rise, clutching his abdomen where the Alpha’s kick had landed. Pain contorted his features as he gasped for breath.
He began to unleash a string of curses, but the words died in his throat. His eyes finally registered the face
of his attacker.
The overwhelming Alpha presence crashed over him like a tidal wave. His wolf cowered in submission, whimpering pathetically.
Recognition dawned, replaced by pure terror. Brandon recalled two previous encounters with Connor
Rivers.
Once at a high–profile pack gathering where Connor commanded respect from every Alpha present. Another at a business meeting where his father had specifically warned him never to cross the Rivers
pack.
“Never antagonize the Rivers family,” his father’s words echoed in his memory. “They have the power to destroy us completely.”
The weight of his transgression crashed down on him. His body began trembling uncontrollably as his wolf
instincts screamed at him to submit.
Then Brandon witnessed a scene that filled him with absolute dread. Connor Rivers turned his piercing
gaze to me, his intimidating features softening with genuine concern.
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“Livvy, are you alright?” Connor asked, his voice tender despite the deadly authority still radiating from his
frame.
The intimate nickname confirmed Brandon’s worst fears. The Winters heiress wasn’t just connected to the
Rivers Alpha – she was clearly cherished by him.
The display of protective affection from such a powerful werewolf sent ice through Brandon’s veins. His
legs threatened to buckle beneath him as his wolf whimpered in terror.
“I’m fine,” I replied softly, my voice carrying the natural authority of a Luna. “Just dealing with some trash.”
Victoria Sterling attempted to slip away unnoticed from the gathering crowd. Her escape was thwarted
when someone deliberately tripped her.
She sprawled to the floor in an undignified heap, her designer dress riding up embarrassingly. Laughter
and jeers erupted from the crowd.
“Look at the mighty Victoria now,” someone mocked. “Not so high and mighty on the ground.”
“Where’s all that arrogance from before?” another voice taunted.
The werewolf pack mentality turned against the weak. They seized the opportunity to mock her downfall
with vicious glee.
“You insulted Olivia Winters,” someone demanded. “Apologize immediately.”
“A lowly omega daring to speak against pack royalty,” another added with disgust.
Ashamed and defeated by the social rejection, Victoria reluctantly approached me. Her face was streaked
with tears and humiliation.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, barely audible. Her voice shook with fear and embarrassment.
I looked down at her with cold disdain. “Apologize?” My voice carried the authority of my bloodline.
“You publicly insulted and slandered me, and all you offer is a pathetic ‘sorry‘?”
Victoria’s tears flowed freely now. She attempted to garner sympathy with a pitiful expression that might
have worked on lesser males.
She turned to Connor with trembling lips and wide, innocent eyes. “Please, Alpha Rivers, let me go. It was
all a misunderstanding.”
Her voice was soft and trembling, designed to appeal to protective instincts. She had always been confident in her ability to manipulate men with false vulnerability.
Connor looked at her with cold disgust reserved for wolves who dared threaten his mate. His Alpha presence radiated menace as deadly calm settled over his features.
“No.”