Chapter 366

Third Person’s POV

As Paisley finished speaking, Willow’s mint pheromones abruptly grew chaotic, like gauze shredded by a

gale.

Her wolf eyes contracted in shock, their clear green hue clouding instantly, and her face paled.

But this lapse lasted only a second. The next moment, her eyes reddened and her wolf ears flattened in grievance.

As tears welled up, her mint pheromones carried a calculated fragility, like a sapling bent by a storm: “W- what are you talking about?”

The wolf eyes of Alpha Manfred and others shrank in unison. Soulrend Pack’s signature thorny pheromones fluctuated violently with shock.

They stared at Willow as if trying to peel back her refined facade.

Manfred’s knuckles whitened, his wolf claws curling subconsciously in his palms. The thorny scent trembled with disbelief—was she actually Madison’s daughter?

The rest of the pack was in an uproar, whispered conversations tangling pheromones into knots. Madison’s only daughter, Wanda, was well–known as royalty. How could there be another child?

Paisley’s cedar pheromones sharpened like a blade. She lifted her chin slightly, her wolf eyes glinting with mockery. “You can’t deny it. I’ve uncovered every detail of this affair.”

little secrets could stay

like

true, Willow

like a dying

claws leaving faint marks. If I were Madison’s daughter, how would I have ended up in a

puppy–like whimpers, softening the

rage, thorny pheromones wrapping Willow in

Willow’s trembling hand,

Lance’s golden–red eyes flashed coldly. Cedar dominance pierced the air like

word, laced with contempt, froze Dwight’s thorny

flowed steadily, carrying unshakable certainty.

Chapter 366

infiltrated your pack under

“Luna Adelaide, Luna Adelaidel”

desperation, Manfred’s thorny pheromones surged. He strode forward but was halted by

cedar dominance.

voice tinged with wolf vibration, “Luna Adelaide, please clarify,

suppressed pheromones hung like a poorly

cedar pheromones turned razor–sharp. “Ask

gleamed with icy judgment. Her dominance pricked

breeder in the West Wing’s

carried mockery as she scanned Willow’s blanched face. “Trained from childhood to please men with pheromones, her neck glands bear faint traces of countless Alpha

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