Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442 Shattered Authority

Marcus‘ POV

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I was livid, my aging heart thrashing in my chest. I stretched out the arm that had once signed countless important treaties, trembling as I pointed at him. “So your wings have hardened! For a woman, you’d throw the face of our Crimson Moon Pack straight into the Pacific?”

On Kirby’s handsome face was a cold, dark look. In those deep, shadowy eyes, a restrained fury simmered.

The young, domineering Alpha pheromones around him pressed back against my own with no trace of deference.

“Your hand reached too far. This is the result.”

Then he added, with almost open provocation, “If you don’t like my decision, you can remove

me.”

He was mocking me.

Mocking that I no longer had the power to do so.

He knew perfectly well that Crimson Moon Pack was no longer what it once was. Those old ministers who lived off past glories had long been dealt with by his ruthless hand.

I no longer had any dependable supporters.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have dragged back that useless waste Slyvana in desperation, trying to bind him with family ties..

It was nothing but a hollow effort.

Even if I was dissatisfied, I had no choice but to accept it.

Kirby finished speaking and looked at me with those deep eyes.

I couldn’t see the slightest trace of kinship or warmth there, only the cold scrutiny of one Alpha to another.

He turned and walked away.

At that moment I could no longer hold back the fury in my chest. I seized the antique inkwell on the desk and hurled it to the floor.

“Wretch!” I roared, my voice echoing through the empty study. “Have you forgotten who made

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Chapter 442 Shattered Authority

you what you are? I named you Alpha heir, and this is how you repay me?”

This unfilial son hadn’t left me a shred of dignity!

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“You think I fear you? Let me tell you, Kirby, Crimson Moon Pack doesn’t begin and end with you. I can raise up someone else…”

I was still clinging to that fantasy of propping up a puppet, but the weakness and bitterness in my voice were plain even to myself.

He was already gone, not even glancing back.

Slyvana’s POV

I sat properly on the living room sofa, hands folded in my lap, as though calmly reading, but all my senses were fixed on the noises upstairs.

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The study door was closed, but I could still feel it clearly the clash of two top–tier Alphas‘ furious pheromones, like two beasts trapped in a cage, unleashing silent roars.

The weight of it felt like it would crush the ceiling.

I heard Father Marcus‘ aged yet still commanding bellow, and my brother Kirby’s icy, cutting rebuttal.

Good. Let them fight. The worse it got, the better.

Inside, I was close to laughing aloud.

Since Marcus dragged me back from that desolate, godforsaken place, I’d learned my lesson. I was a different person now.

Those months of exile had forced me to grow up.

I finally understood how stupid I’d been.

I thought I was the only princess of Crimson Moon Pack, pampered from birth, that every werewolf had to defer to me without condition.

But I’d been nothing more than a brainless Omega, charging recklessly at Leslie, and paying for it every time, over and over.

In the end, my own brother – the Alpha of Crimson Moon Pack – had thrown me out without

mercy.

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