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

make amends left him realizing

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

sleep had become a luxury, and he could only find fleeting peace by sitting

accusations deepened his

could do was apologize, his voice

sorry. I’ve

wolf ears perking slightly through her wet hair. “Why would you feel sorry? Do you think I’m

head urgently, his cedar pheromones swirling with

anyone. Everyone is unique. Your choice was valid. You were young then. If I had made you waste your life

could you think that

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

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eyes. His cedar pheromones sank

honor was precisely what

sought fame. The credit for reclaiming the Southern Border didn’t belong to the Eugenius

appointed him Golden Gamma, yet the warriors who had truly bled on the battlefield received no such

Lycan Erasmus’s commendation for team spirit, and their actions had inspired the

pheromones crumpling like discarded paper. “You

“Do you truly

better.”

their past affection. With mixed emotions, he

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