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Chapter 93 The Alpha’s D

Chapter 93: The Alpha’s Desires

Chapter 93: The Alpha’s Desires

(Third person’s POV)

Frederick Warner sat in the back seat of the sleek black sedan, his storm–gray eyes reflecting the passing streetlights of Harbor City. The leather interior carried the scent of expensive cologne and predatory

satisfaction.

Maxwell Cooper, his driver and beta werewolf bodyguard, glanced at the rearview mirror. His weathered hands gripped the steering wheel as he spoke carefully.

“Alpha Warner, are we still going back to Miss Sophia’s villa tonight?”

Frederick’s lips curved into a cold smile. Sophia, a beta werewolf originally from the Northern Territory, came from a well–off pack before becoming an international customized tour guide for wealthy werewolves and humans. She hadn’t returned to the Northern Territory for two years after following Frederick to Blackmoor

Territory.

She was his most beloved mistress in Blackmoor Territory. This time she had also come to the Northern Territory with him, expecting his attention and affection.

Frederick leaned back against the plush seat, his wolf stirring with different desires. “No, Maxwell. I have other plans tonight.”

His voice carried the dangerous edge of an Alpha accustomed to taking whatever he wanted. “Tell me about that pure young omega werewolf Samuel Blackwood presented to me upon our arrival in Riverdale.”

Maxwell’s jaw tightened slightly. He knew his Alpha’s predatory nature all too well.

“The university student, Alpha? I believe her name was Lily or something similar.”

Frederick’s eyes gleamed with dark interest. “Yes, that one. Fresh, untouched, innocent. Much more appealing than familiar territory.”

Maxwell hesitated, his beta instincts warning him to tread carefully. “Alpha Warner, you promised Miss Sophia dinner tonight. She’s been preparing all afternoon.”

Frederick waved his hand dismissively, his wolf clearly uninterested in old conquests. “Sophia can wait. Or better yet, she can learn that promises mean nothing when better opportunities arise.”

His tone carried the casual cruelty of someone who viewed others as disposable entertainment. “The young omega, however, represents fresh possibilities.”

Maxwell, familiar with Frederick’s predatory nature and the futility of arguing, remained silent. He started the car, the engine purring to life as they drove away from Sophia’s villa.

The beta driver’s wolf whimpered quietly at the callousness, but survival meant obedience to his Alpha’s

desires.

At the villa, Sophia had prepared a romantic dinner with perfectly cooked venison steak, fresh roses arranged

in crystal vases, and bottles of expensive moonlight wine chilling in silver buckets.

The dining room glowed with candlelight, creating an intimate atmosphere she hoped would rekindle

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Frederick’s interest. Her wolf paced anxiously as minutes turned to hours.

She checked her phone repeatedly, her heart sinking with each passing moment. The venison grew cold, the wine lost its chill, and the roses began to wilt.

Tears gathered in her eyes as disappointment replaced expectation. Her wolf whimpered in distress, sensing the rejection before her human mind fully accepted it.

The phone connected after several rings. Instead of Frederick’s voice, she heard explicit sounds that made

Heavy breathing, feminine moans, and the unmistakable sounds of Frederick engaging in intimacy with another she–wolf filled her ears. Her heart shattered as she recognized his low growls of satisfaction:

The manor felt secure with Connor’s beta enforcers stationed around the property. Their presence provided comfort, though her wolf remained alert to potential dangers.

Olivia’s wolf bristled at the name. “Samuel Blackwood? I’ve heard whispers about him in legal circles.” Connor nodded, his expression darkening. “More concerning is that Samuel Blackwood met with Frederick Warner upon his return to the Northern Territory. They’re forming a dangerous alliance to counter me and the Rivers Pack.”

The implications sent a chill through Olivia’s wolf. Two powerful, ruthless Alphas working together posed a significant threat.

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“This suggests Frederick Warner is building a network of local criminals and rogues,” Connor continued. “He’s not just seeking personal revenge–he’s planning something larger.”

Olivia set aside her laptop, her amber eyes reflecting worry. “How dangerous is this alliance?”

Connor reached for her hand, his touch reassuring. “Frederick Warner poses no significant threat within the Northern Territory, Livvy. I have the Alpha power and pack resources to handle this situation.”

His confidence was genuine, backed by years of leadership and strategic thinking. “The Rivers Pack has deep roots here, loyal allies, and legitimate authority. Frederick is an outsider with criminal connections–that makes him vulnerable.”

Olivia nodded, though her wolf remained uneasy. “What should I do?”

Connor’s protective instincts flared as he squeezed her hand. “Continue staying home, working remotely when possible. Trust no one you don’t know personally.”

His ice–blue eyes grew serious, his Alpha authority evident. “Livvy, recently, have there been any strange wolves or humans coming to the door?”

He had dispatched several of his most trusted beta enforcers to guard Moonlight Manor day and night to protect Olivia. If there were any suspicious individuals, his subordinates would report to him immediately, but he still wasn’t at ease and wanted to ask personally.

Olivia shook her head. “No.”

“Good. Don’t trust any strangers, not even those claiming to be from my pack unless I verify them personally.”

“I know, Con.”