A Female Alpha’s Revenge

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.

tried to reassure himself that some sacrifices were inevitable, yet he

amends left him realizing life

home, he remained perpetually on edge, his

A good night’s sleep had become a

deepened his

was apologize,

I’ve

wolf ears perking slightly 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

shook his head urgently, his cedar

If I had made you waste your life waiting for me, I would have felt

could you think that

pheromones carried a mocking chill as she stepped close enough to see Eugene’s Adam’s apple move. “Now that you’ve returned as a

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crossed Eugene’s eyes. His cedar pheromones sank heavily, carrying a smoky

so–called hero’s honor was precisely what troubled

The credit for reclaiming the Southern Border didn’t belong to the

who had truly bled on the battlefield received no

Beta Fabian said it was Lycan Erasmus’s commendation for team spirit, and their actions had inspired the

crumpling like discarded paper.

him. “Do you truly feel guilty?

better.”

their past affection. With mixed emotions, he