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 meet his cedar

the only way he stood up for her, it made every sacrifice

eyes brimmed with

emotion before returning to Sabrina

in the room intensified,

suffocated by the thick pheromones and

with barely contained

snorted coldly, cedar pheromones still simmering, and strode out,

rage, quickly reined in

her voice soft and tender. “For defending me like this tonight, I’ll find a way to

again, this time

Ulrik’s body stiffened.

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inside him, dampening his

faded,

struck. Sabrina for Gloria, but for

utterance of the word bitch had

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lost control and

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

the value of something when it’s gone, but

Adelaide–perhaps guilt, perhaps reluctance. The bitterness in his cedar

stung. If she had, even a little, she wouldn’t have coldly sought to dissolve

thorn pricked

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