Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 72

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The Silvermoon Salon was the premier social venue for high–ranking she–wolves in Westview.

Only the most prominent female leaders of the Packs—or their spouses–had the status to step through its doors.

When Eric and I arrived, Rowan was surrounded by a group of overly dolled–up Pack matriarchs, animatedly badmouthing me in vivid detail.

“… you don’t understand how calculating she is,” Rowan was saying dramatically. “It’s that manipulative streak of hers that lets her juggle men like toys—” She looked up mid–sentence and locked eyes with me standing at the entrance.

Her expression froze.

The other women around her blanched, retreating quickly as if afraid of getting caught in the blast.

I didn’t acknowledge any of them. I walked straight to the center stage of the salon.

There, a massive crystal screen–usually reserved for showcasing the newest luxury goods and jewelry–sat quietly powered down.

I took the microphone and smiled warmly at the now–terrified ladies seated below.

“Good evening, everyone. Apologies for interrupting your gathering.”

“I’m only here for one reason–housekeeping.”

The moment I finished speaking, the crystal screen behind me lit up.

But instead of a luxury ad, it began playing footage I had Liam prepare in advance—evidence of Rowan’s secret dealings with Elder Drax, as well as their more…, intimate encounters. Enough to ruin her reputation completely.

Her voice rang out, crystal clear across the entire salon:

“…as long as you help me become the next Governor, Elder, I promise thirty percent of Westview’s crystal mine profits over the next ten years will go into your private account…”

“… that bitch Leslie is only where she is because of her filthy relationship with Thorbane. Once I’m in charge, she’ll be the first one I make beg for death…”

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One scene after another, her betrayal, greed, and filth were laid bare for all to see.

““Ahhh!” Rowan screamed in desperation.

The salon fell into stunned silence.

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Everyone was too shocked to speak–blindsided by the sheer scale and audacity of the exposé.

And this… was just the beginning.

The final segment showed Rowan secretly meeting with the leader of Bone Pack during a banquet. In the footage, she clearly promised that once they took me down together, she would bring Bone Pack’s outcast rouges into the Rogue Pack.

High treason.

The gravest, most unforgivable crime in all of werewolf society.

Boom.

The entire salon erupted.

“Oh my god! She’s a traitor!”

“She’s lost her mind! Betraying the Rogue Pack royals?!”

Just then, an enraged voice thundered in from the doorway.

“Rowan!”

A regal woman stormed in with several powerful guards behind her.

It was Elder Drax’s legal wife.

The moment she saw the footage on screen–and the shell–shocked Rowan crumpled on the floor–she understood everything.

“You filthy tramp! Seducing my husband?! Trying to drag our whole family down with you?!”

She lunged at Rowan like a fury unleashed, raining down furious punches and kicks charged with werewolf strength and rage.

In the blink of an eye, the high–society ladies‘ salon had descended into chaos–screams, cursing, limbs flying in every direction.

I stood still, watching with cold detachment, then turned my gaze to the cluster of Pack matriarchs who had been badmouthing me alongside Rowan just moments ago. Now, they

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looked like frightened rabbits.

Still smiling, I asked lightly, “So then… who else would like to submit a petition to the capital calling for my impeachment?”

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