Chapter 391
Chapter 391
Third Person’s POV
“You won’t accept it? Humph!”
Dwight growled low in his throat, like an angry wolf. His sulfurous pheromones collided violently.
He glared at Melinda’s thin, pale face, his wolf cars slightly forward, about to accuse her of being narrow- minded, yet found himself at a loss for words.
Though “it’s never too late to mend,” no one says an apology must be accepted.
He sneered, his claws faintly gleaming, “What gives you the right to refuse? What?”
Melinda’s voice rose, her tone cooling.
Her voice no longer trembled, cedar pheromones carrying clear oppressiveness, “For favoring your lover and insulting your mate; for being arrogant and self–centered; for betraying your mate and being unfit to be a father; and for claiming to be a gentleman while acting like a petty person!”
Her vertical pupils shone through her tears, resolute.
Dwight, now furious and ashamed, shot back. “So I’m worthless in your eyes? Why did you try every means to mate with me then? Our mating was all your one–sided wish. I just gave in to the pack’s influence…”
“Shut up!” Melinda’s eyes turned bloodshot, her lips quivering again.
Speaking of their mating, she felt both shame and grievance.
“I did like you back then. And you said your wolf sensed me as your mate, which led to our relationship. If my Silverlight Pack really had such influence, how dare you bully me like this?”
Despite her efforts, tears slid down her cheeks. Naturally timid, she couldn’t hold back her emotions or tears when speaking these words.
Her slender figure, struggling to hold back tears only to break down in the end, stirred a fleeting, cheap sense of guilt in Dwight.
But this guilt quickly faded.
He had vowed to be faithful to Willow and mustn’t feel any sympathy for other she–wolves.
Coldly, he said, “I bully you? How about you bullying her? You live comfortably in the Soulrend Pack, while Willow and I have to stay at Begonia Street. No, they say Begonia Street is to be taken back too, and my status as the pack heir has been revoked. Willow and I are in such a miserable situation because yo can’t tolerate her. You got Adelaide to make a fuss and expand the incident, which led to officials impeaching me.”
“You…”
Melinda’s chest heaved with anger. All her composure was gone, and she was left speechless, able only to
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grab a pillow behind her and throw it at him. “You jerk!”
The pillow missed him.
Dwight indifferently remarked, his sulfurous pheromones like icy blades, “I’ve apologized. Whether you accept it or not is up to you.”
He turned to leave, but Paige grabbed his collar, her aura irresistible.
He spun around, his claws flailing in panic, nearly falling, his wolf mane bristling with embarrassment. Paige gravely asked, her aura like a sunken log pressing into water, “May I say something?”
Dwight, filled with disdain and his vertical pupils with contempt, retorted, “On what grounds…” Before he finished, a punch with the force of a wolf’s claw swung toward his face like a gust of wind. . Dwight heard a buzz in his ears and went black.
When he came to, he was on the ground, the blood from the corner of his mouth tasting coppery. He spat out the blood, fury filling his chest, a wolfish shadow flickering around him.
About to roar, he saw Paige bow and gravely say, her oak–like pheromones laced with an apology, “Sorry, I’m really sorry!”
After the apology, she lifted Dwight back to his feet, her stern expression and aura undiminished. “Do you forgive me?”
“Forgive? I’ll kill you!”
Dwight’s eyes bloodshot, his vertical pupils nearly bursting, his wolf claws elongating three inches.
“If you’re set on killing me, why should she forgive you? Get out!”
Paige tossed him out, dropping him on the porch like trash, then slammed the door shut, the wolf–head door knocker clanging.
Dwight, left on the stone steps, was hurriedly helped up by the omega and pack guards Luna Chloe had summoned.
He shoved the omega away, his sulfurous pheromones explosive. “Don’t touch me. Scram!”
Having been struck twice by the she wolves at Melinda’s side, Dwight felt utterly humiliated.
His wolf mane stood on end with shame as he left the pack without looking back, a trail of cedar and sulfur marking his embarrassment.
Wasn’t he supposed to come and apologize?
He had apologized. Their current anger was fleeting. His grandmother would never abandon him. Sooner or later, she’d take him back/
Melinda wiped her tears fiercely and asked between sobs, “Am I useless? I can’t even argue or find the
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words to scold him.”
Georgina comforted her, “No, you were useful this time. You scolded him and debated, though not strongly. It’s progress. Before, you stood there speechless, which was truly maddening.”
Paige added, “Yes, this time was good. Practice over these days. When I bring him back, you can scold him again. You’ll improve more.”
The omega also wiped tears and said, “Melinda, you were really brave this time.
Melinda gave a wry smile, “If even you say I was brave, you can see how timid I used to be.
