Chapter 347

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Third Person’s POV

Sabrina covered her face and whimpered like a hurt pup as she flung herself into Rosemary’s

arms.

Her sweet pheromones, laced with a strong aura of grievance, filled the air.

“Mother, Ulrik hit me!” she wailed, her golden eyes flickering with tears..

Rosemary’s bony hand patted her back reassuringly. Calming pheromones, typical of a senior she–wolf, eased Sabrina’s agitation.

She glanced at Ulrik, her eyes clouded with disappointment.

An elder’s invisible aura silently suffused the room.

“You’d strike your own sister over a few words? How can you not break her heart? Rosemary’s voice was deep and weighty. “Even if her intentions weren’t for you, you stand to benefit in the end.”

“I hit her because she insulted our Luna!”

Ulrik growled, cedar pheromones bursting with Alpha ferocity, making the candles flicker. His knuckles whitened, and silver–grey fur pricked through his skin–a sign of his barely contained rage.

Gloria stood by, her heart racing at Ulrik’s defense,

pheromones involuntarily swirled to

stood up for her, it made every

with gratitude

before returning to Sabrina in her arms.

room

suffocated by the

with

strode out, his heavy boots

his rage, quickly reined in her pheromones

tense arm, her voice soft and tender. “For defending me like

honeysuckle pheromones swirled again, this time

Ulrik’s body stiffened.

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inside him, dampening his

cedar scent’s sharpness faded, replaced by

hadn’t struck. Sabrina for Gloria, but for

bitch had sent him into

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he lost control

dare you speak of your Lana like that, the

of something when

knew it was pointless, yet he couldn’t define his feelings for Adelaide–perhaps guilt, perhaps reluctance. The bitterness in his cedar pheromones

him stung. If she had, even a little, she

pricked

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