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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.”
She frowned and coldly retorted, “What Luna/Gloria? Is Eugene here?”
The guard, taken aback, instinctively replied, “Yes!”
She marched in, her maid trembling but unable to hold her back.
How could she come to the Hutchinson family?
If the Bloodmoon Pack found out, there would be chaos.
Gloria’s actions left the Hutchinson family at a loss.
After all, they were no longer family. How could she enter unannounced without even a prior notice ?
Moreover, she demanded to see Eugene right away. With Eugene actively seeking a new mate, her sudden visit could ruin his prospects. This was a dilemma.
Sibyl, who had once held some affection for Gloria, now had her jasmine pheromones quivering with anger, like a ignited haystack.
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Genevieve ordered no one to speak of this incident and had Gloria’s car moved to avoid detection
Her pheromones carried a cold alertness, her wolf cars pricked to monitor surroundings.
Sibyl barred Eugene from meeting Gloria, standing at the hall entrance with such aura that Gloria’s honeysuckle pheromones shrank back.
But Gloria, resolute, refused to leave the hall. Her pupils narrowed with obsession, her pheromones thick and unyielding like waterlogged hemp rope.
Ignoring Sibyl’s words, she insisted on seeing Eugene.
Sibyl, witnessing Gloria’s unprecedented stubbornness, felt her sandalwood pheromones knot with frustration, at a loss for words.
It was Genevieve who said, “Gloria, as Ulrik’s mate, you shouldn’t be here. This is bad for both of you
Gloria retorted, her honeysuckle pheromones taut as a drawn bowstring, “I will see him!”
She repeated this, unresponsive to all else, like a statue programmed to repeat a single command.
Eugene naturally didn’t come out.
Through Sibyl’s maid, he sent a message, “Eugene says, if you’ve done something, don’t fear others knowing. He advises you to be careful and hopes you both find peace in the future.”
Gloria’s face drained of color. Her honeysuckle pheromones froze, and she stood stunned, pupils dilating in shock–did he know? How could he know?
Melvin wouldn’t tell him, nor would the Ironclaw Pack.
“Eugene’s words are clear. If you understand, leave,” the maid said tentatively.
Gloria rose in a daze, staggering out, her honeysuckle pheromones shattered like stars, footsteps as light as treading on cotton.
The maid nearly couldn’t support her, worriedly calling, “Luna Gloria, are you alright?” Gloria’s mind was blank. She walked briskly, claws subconsciously curling against her shoes .
Her resolve to see Eugene had turned to loathing at the thought of ever seeing him again. Why hadn’t he died in the Southern Border?
Why had he returned alive, igniting hope only to crush it? Who had told him? Wh
She climbed into her car, trembling violently. Her honeysuckle pheromones raged like a tempest , threatening to tear the carriage apart.
He knew, and the Hutchinson family would find out too.
Then everyone would know, and without her even suggesting a mating dissolution, Ulrik would cut ties with her.
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Melvin wouldn’t have told, but Adelaide had visited the Digby Medical Center that day.
Did Adelaide investigate her, uncover Melvin, and get him talking?
Adelaide wanted her gone and wouldn’t hesitate to tell Eugene. It must have been her.
Fiery rage consumed her, clouding her reason. Her pupils glowed crimson with madness , and her claws tore through the leather seat.
A single thought consumed her if she was destroyed, Adelaide would suffer too.
She bellowed, her voice sharp as a wolf’s howl, “To the Blackthorn Pack!”
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