Chapter 468

Chapter 468

Third Person’s POV

“Mother!”

Gloria knelt on the ground, weeping. “I can’t go on like this. You and Christine made me mate with Ulrik The Bloodmoon Pack is a nightmare. I can’t stay there. Can you just watch me die there? Are you really that heartless?”

Luna Cynthia, angered and saddened by Gloria’s distortion of facts, closed her eyes.

Tears streamed down her face.

Her sandalwood pheromones fluctuated wildly with deep disappointment–how had her daughter become so unhinged?

She extended a trembling hand, her aura freezing like ice. “Get out!”

Devastated, Gloria felt rejected by both the Bloodmoon and Ironclaw Packs.

What was the point of living in such despair?

Yet she refused to give up. Eugene wasn’t a man to break his word; he must still have feelings for her. She had to confront him and get answers.

Aware that her current status made visiting him inappropriate, she no longer cared. She would face him directly.

Her car was parked at the Hutchinson family estate.

Upon arrival, she strode forward. The guard, caught off guard, blurted, “Madam… no, Luna Gloria.”

retorted, “What Luna/Gloria? Is

guard, taken aback, instinctively

maid trembling

she come to the

found out, there would be

left the Hutchinson

longer family. How could she

actively seeking a new mate, her sudden visit could ruin his prospects. This

who had once held some affection for Gloria, now had her jasmine pheromones quivering with anger,

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one to speak of this incident and

carried a cold alertness, her wolf cars pricked

from meeting Gloria, standing at the hall entrance with such aura that Gloria’s honeysuckle

the hall. Her pupils narrowed with obsession, her

Sibyl’s words, she insisted on

witnessing Gloria’s unprecedented stubbornness, felt her sandalwood pheromones knot with frustration, at a loss for

you shouldn’t be here. This is bad for

as

all else, like a statue programmed to

didn’t

he sent a message, “Eugene says, if you’ve done something, don’t fear others knowing. He advises you to be

face drained of color. Her honeysuckle pheromones froze, and she stood stunned, pupils dilating in shock–did he know? How could

wouldn’t tell him, nor would the

are clear. If you

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