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Sibyl beamed with delight. “Oh, you didn’t listen to me, but you took Christine’s advice, she said.
“But I won’t hold it against you. When you find a new mate, I must thank Christine properly. She’s such a kind–hearted person.”
A flash of sorrow crossed Eugene’s eyes as he said softly, “Yes, she treated me like a younger brother back then. I’ll still respect her like an elder sister.”
Sibyl, however, had no time for such musings. She strode out the door to ask Obadiah’s mate to scout for suitable candidates.
Gloria was unaware of the situation and returned to the Bloodmoon Pack.
She told Rosemary and Ulrik that she wasn’t feeling well and that the werewolf doctor had said it was due to shock, recommending some rest and recuperation.
Her honeysuckle pheromones were carefully subdued, her pupils slightly contracted, as she put on an act of fragility.
Ulrik didn’t suspect a thing and felt even more guilty.
His pheromones softened remarkably, his eyes filled with compassion, and his pupils relaxed as he said, “Rest well and don’t worry too much.”
After all, the pack’s invasion had left her extremely shaken, and the deaths of her two maids had deeply saddened her. Grief could indeed take a toll on one’s health.
She had planned to rest for a few days before making an excuse to return to the Ironclaw Pack for
recovery .
But on the third day, news spread about Eugene seeking a second chance, which she overheard from the pack’s omegas.
Her pheromones instantly chilled, her brows furrowing as she dismissed the possibility.
Eugene had promised her. He wasn’t a man of broken words. Surely, he must have investigated the Bloodmoon Pack’s situation and wouldn’t abandon her.
umors, and I’ll
Summoning her two maids, she sternly demanded, her wolfish pressure faint but present. “You rarely leave the pack. How did you hear about Eugene seeking a new mate? Spread any m exile you from the pack!”
The two omega maids, tasked with cleaning, were terrified by her aura. Their wolf ears drooped, bodies quivering, pheromones in disarray.
One of them replied, “Luna Gloria, I’m not spreading rumors. The kitchen omega said it’s all over the city . Many Alpha daughters from various packs are vying to marry him.”
“Impossible!” Gloria shouted, her pupils contracting into vertical slits, honeysuckle pheromones sharp as
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The omega, terrified, immediately knelt, wolf fur on the back of her neck bristling.
Gloria refused to believe it. She left the Bloodmoon Pack at once and returned to the Ironclaw Pack
That day, after angering Luna Cynthia into fainting, she had left without a backward glance.
Now, upon seeing Luna Cynthia, the latter’s sandalwood pheromones carried a chill, her aura making Gloria instinctively shrink. “What brings you here?” Cynthia asked coldly.
“Mother,” Gloria’s eyes were red–rimmed, and she disregarded Audrey’s presence, her pheromones unstable with agitation.
In a voice laced with tears, she asked, “They say Eugene is seeking a second chance–is it true?”
Luna Cynthia replied indifferently, her sandalwood pheromones icy, “His search for a second chance has nothing to do with the Ironclaw Pack–or you.”
“How could it have nothing to do with me? He promised me,” Gloria insisted.
Gloria glared at Audrey, her honeysuckle pheromones tinged with pleading sweetness. “I don’t believe it. Audrey, tell me it’s not true.”
Audrey helped Luna Cynthia lie down and turned to Gloria, her woody pheromones calm. “It’s true. With Eugene’s achievements and Golden Gamma rank, his search for a second chance has sparked much discussion. The Hutchinson family is benevolent and loyal, and Eugene, a young hero, is the ideal mate many she–wolves dream of.”
Audrey deliberately phrased it this way, and the truth was close enough.
Once the news of Eugene’s search for a second chance spread, many she–wolves were indeed drawn to him.
He had once been exceptionally handsome and charismatic. Now, though a few years older at twenty- seven or twenty–eight, he remained a desirable mate.
“Impossible! He promised me,” Gloria screamed, covering her ears, her pupils dilating in madness.
– Her honeysuckle pheromones turned violent, sharp as barbs, her wolf claws instinctively curling in her
palms.
“Gloria, you’re pregnant. Don’t get agitated,” Audrey said coolly, her woody pheromones rippling with a hint of soothing.
“How can I not be agitated? He’s my mate,” Gloria snapped, her honeysuckle pheromones sharpening with disdainful aura.
Audrey retorted, “Your current mate is Ulrik.”
“Shut up!” Gloria had always looked down on her and now, incensed, she demanded, “Who do you think you are to discuss my matters with him?”
Andrey stood her ground, her woody pheromones firm. “Then don’t ask me. Find out for yourself .”
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Gloria glared at her, her honeysuckle pheromones spiking with fury. “How dare you speak to me like that? Who do you think you are to meddle in my affairs?” Turning to Cynthia, she begged tearfully , “ Mother , please go to the Hutchinson family and speak to him. Ask him what’s going on. He promised me .
Luna Cynthia’s breathing grew labored, her sandalwood pheromones sharpening like blades. Her aura bore down on Gloria. “You shameless creature. Get out of my sight.”
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