The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 36
Until, that is, the Hellhound came around and brought her pack from number eight to number two.
His eldest son, Cade, was accompanying him instead of his mate.
Cade was well over the age of being capable to take over, but the greedy fu c ker wanted to hold onto his title for as long as he
could. From how I see it, Cade was a good man. Nothing like his father. Why he didn’t try to challenge him for the title, I didn’t
know.
“Ah, Alpha Walker, Alpha Sei and of course, Alpha Reynolds.”
He smirked
doubt trying
he looked at each and every one of us. His narrowed eyes took us in, no
gure us out. His cockiness and arrogance practically seeped into his words.
“It’s been far too long. I ha te that the only time we ever see each other is when we have these rogue issues.”
He shook his head in false disappointment before the sly smile returned once more,
“I heard you talking about the Hellhound. It’s a sha me the Bloodlust Alpha isn’t coming, but at least we’ll see what the big fuss is
about with that Greyhound mutt.”
Just as Alpha Sei was going to respond, the door pushed open and a hush fell upon us. The Chancellor, Chancellor James
Williams, came in. The elderly man held himself up with pride. When it came to respect, he was the one at the very top. Even
Alpha Windril acknowledged the man.
“Alphas, take a seat.”
Everyone shuffled to sit at their respective seating and stared at the Chancellor who nodded toward the Lunas and Betas.
“Please.”
He nodded small, encouraging smile on his face. Everyone else sat at the back rows, having a good view of the round table. Like
we had noticed, the seats at the Chancellor’s right and left sides were empty. Neither the Bloodlust Alpha nor the Hellhound had
arrived.
The other seat that was meant for the Duskfall pack was empty, but no one said a word about it. After all, no one talks about a
massacre that happened four years ago. For now, the Duskfall territory was put up for dispute. The neighboring packs were
arguing about who had the right to claim it and so the dispute was still ongoing. NIghtwake was also close to the territory, but I
decided against trying to claim it.
I didn’t need a reminder of where Selene had fallen.
“It would appear we’re missing some people.”
The Chancellor noted, looking a little more amused than aggravated at the empty seats. Alpha Windril seemed to have the

opposite reaction. He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he sank back in his seat. He ranked third, which frustrated him beyond words
could describe. After all, he was bested against a woman he held little regard about.
“The Bloodlust Alpha not appearing is old news, but see this? This is what happens when women are ranked. They get
bigheaded. The who re probably spread her legs to get to the
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top-”
The door slammed open, a new wave of power emitting from the source. Everyone’s eyes snapped to the person standing at the
doorway. Thick, heavy silence coating over everyone. I didn’t turn to look, forcing my gaze to remain on the Chancellor as a
means of respect but no one else other than Alpha Windril’s son, Cade, followed our example. Alpha Windril himself looked
awestruck, his gaze following the figure like a magnet.
The clicking of heels resonated through the room and it was enough to let me know she was here.
The Hellhound was here.
The Betas and Lunas sitting at the back were watching in awe as a woman, tall, blonde and insanely beautiful took her rightful
seat at the Chancellor’s left. She ignored the silence and heated gazes she carried with her and looked at the man she was
accompanied with.
I felt a pang of jealousy burn through me.
My wolf, growling but at the same time barking in excitement.
What the h ell was going on?
I looked over to see Hestia and Beta Benicio’s faces pale as a ghost, bodies frigid in tension. Seriously, what the fu ck? Letting
my curiosity get the better of me, I looked at the Hellhound once more. Creamy skin, flawless of any blemishes, plump lips
painted with dark red, eyes with long lashes hooding pale blue eyes, light blonde hair tied into a ponytail. I didn’t even notice
what she was wearing until now. She wore a black dress reaching her knees, her shoulders exposed and allowing every male
here to see she was unmarked.
Such a beauty was unmarked.
I couldn’t get rid of the feeling I knew her. It was possible I’ve seen her in the annual Gala, but her scent was something I knew.
Something very familiar. There were only a handful of people I knew who had her characteristics, one of which was Hestia and
the other was dead.
“I’m glad to see you made it.”
The Chancellor said amusedly. Alpha Crestfield smiled; a small, humorless, snide smile. She leaned against her chair, hands on
the table folded to show off her red painted nails and her green, Greyhound crest ring. A ring I wore myself, except different as it
was for Nightwake.
“I was beginning to worry we’d have to start without you. I know you have a busy schedule.”