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 couldn’t shake

left him realizing life

he remained perpetually on edge, his fingers instinctively rubbing the wolf–head

entrusted him with significant tasks, which weighed heavily on him. A good night’s sleep had become a luxury, and he could

deepened his

was apologize,

I’ve

feel sorry? Do you think I’m not as good as Lynette? She waited for Marsh of

his cedar pheromones

thought that. I’ve never compared you to anyone. Everyone is unique. Your choice was valid. You were young then. If I had made you waste your life waiting for me, I would have felt even

you

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

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eyes. His cedar pheromones sank heavily, carrying a smoky

honor was

didn’t belong to the Eugenius Scout Team–they

Erasmus had appointed him Golden Gamma, yet the warriors who had truly bled

it was Lycan Erasmus’s commendation for

sighed deeply, his pheromones crumpling like

wiped her tears and looked at him. “Do you truly feel guilty?

better.”

emotions, he said, “You’ve mated with someone

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