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,

swirled to meet his

stood up for

with

before returning to Sabrina in

aura in the room intensified,

felt suffocated by the thick

heaved with

coldly, cedar pheromones still simmering, and strode

reined in her

gently grasped his tense arm, her voice soft and tender. “For defending me

honeysuckle pheromones swirled again, this time to

Ulrik’s body stiffened.

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inside him, dampening

sharpness faded, replaced by a deep

for Gloria,

of the word bitch had sent him

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he lost control and

dare you speak of your Lana like that, the “Luna” he referred to was

when it’s gone, but

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

stung. If she had, even

pricked

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