Chapter 460

Third Person’s POV

Cloria spoke through tears, her honeysuckle pheromones swirling into a sharp vortex.

She stepped closer, her damp skirt brushing Eugene’s boots. “I don’t care. What reputation do I have left? You must have heard about the Bloodmoon Pack–I joined a terrible place.”

“Eugene, this is all you owe me, I weren’t dead, why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded.

“Even after dissolving our mating, I waited for you in the Ironclaw Pack. If Mrs. Voss hadn’t approached me, I’d still be waiting, not mating

with anyone else,” she revealed.

“In the Ironclaw Pack, I had no freedom. Christine despised me and was eager to see me gone. When Mrs. Voss arrived, I had no choice but to comply,” she explained, her eyes narrowing with tears.

Her pheromones pressed down with intention–the

fam cent

numbness to Eugene’s neck.

of their bond now only brought

Eugene’s cedar pheromones dampened like waterlogged cotton. Guilt clawed at his glands.

He had been despondent not just because of her second mating but also due to the grief his supposed death had caused his family, especially his mother, who had fallen ill and only recently recovered.

were inevitable, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of owing his family

attempts to make amends left him realizing life couldn’t

remained perpetually on edge, his

entrusted him with significant tasks, which weighed heavily on him. A good night’s sleep had

accusations deepened

was apologize, his

sorry. I’ve

through her wet hair. “Why would you feel sorry? Do you think I’m not as good as Lynette? She waited for Marsh of the Hornbeam Pack for so

shook his head urgently, his cedar pheromones

then. If I had made

you think

a mocking chill as she stepped close enough to see Eugene’s Adam’s apple move. “Now that you’ve returned as a hero, with everyone praising you, how could

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eyes. His cedar pheromones sank heavily, carrying a smoky

hero’s honor was

for reclaiming the Southern Border didn’t belong to

who had truly bled on the battlefield received

refuse, as Beta Fabian said it was Lycan Erasmus’s commendation for team spirit, and their

pheromones crumpling

looked at him. “Do you truly feel guilty?

better.”

mixed emotions, he said, “You’ve mated with someone else. We

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