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Chapter 237: The Alpha’s Retribution

Chapter 237: The Alpha’s Retribution

(Olivia’s POV)

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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.

Chapte 237 The Alpha’s Retribution

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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.

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