Chapter 33: Fang and Claw–2
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But the expected agony never came. Instead, gasps echoed through the room.
Jade opened her eyes shakily and witnessed what was happening. I had confronted the silver dagger–wielding attacker head–on, my wolf’s reflexes fully engaged.
Derek, lost in madness, flailed his blade without skill or caution. I dodged deftly, my movements fluid and precise, avoiding fatal strikes. Yet his blade still caught my arm, slashing through my white shirt sleeve. Blood instantly soaked the fabric, and pain bit into me as the silver burned my flesh, temporarily preventing my healing.
My amber eyes hardened with determination. I wouldn’t let him hurt anyone else.
“You f*****g want to die?!” Derek roared, charging again.
I sidestepped with supernatural grace and seized his wrist in a flash, twisting viciously. A sickening c***k sounded, followed by Derek’s scream of agony. The silver dagger clattered to the ground.
A male colleague swiftly kicked the blade away and picked it up, careful to avoid touching the silver directly.
Disarmed, the attacker was no match for my enhanced strength. I landed a flurry of punches to his face, then a fierce kick to his head, sending him reeling. Before he could recover, I executed a swift combination of kicks and a shoulder throw,
smashing him onto the floor.
The entire office looked on, stunned by my ferocity. The quiet, graceful lawyer they knew had transformed into a force of raw power and courage that hinted at my alpha
bloodline.
Moments later, the pack security forces and medical team arrived, hauling away the subdued rogue and rushing Gregory to the emergency healing center. The fear–stricken employees finally dared to gather around me, their faces still pale and eyes wide with shock.
Jade’s cheeks were wet with tears, her voice trembling. “Olivia…I thought I was going to die… Thank you, thank you for saving me.”
Even the usually composed Heather Phillips was pale. “Ten years in this profession,
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but I’ve never faced anything like this. Being a pack lawyer really is a dangerous job.”
Valerie, still shaken, fretted, “Will Gregory… survive?”
Heather’s tone was tight. “He will be fine. The silver didn’t penetrate too deeply.”
Male colleagues now looked at me with awe, their wolves instinctively showing respect.
“Olivia, I never knew you had such fighting skills. That was incredible!” one said.
Another chimed in. “Thank you for saving all of us.”
Someone else laughed nervously. “Calling you gentle was my biggest mistake. You fight like a true Alpha’s daughter.”



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