Chapter 460
Third Person’s POV
Cloria spoke through tears, her honeysuckle pheromones swirling into a sharp vortex.
She stepped closer, her damp skirt brushing Eugene’s boots. “I don’t care. What reputation do I have left? You must have heard about the Bloodmoon Pack–I joined a terrible place.”
“Eugene, this is all you owe me, I weren’t dead, why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded.
“Even after dissolving our mating, I waited for you in the Ironclaw Pack. If Mrs. Voss hadn’t approached me, I’d still be waiting, not mating
with anyone else,” she revealed.
“In the Ironclaw Pack, I had no freedom. Christine despised me and was eager to see me gone. When Mrs. Voss arrived, I had no choice but to comply,” she explained, her eyes narrowing with tears.
Her pheromones pressed down with intention–the
fam cent
numbness to Eugene’s neck.
of their bond now only brought
Eugene’s cedar pheromones dampened like waterlogged cotton. Guilt clawed at his glands.
He had been despondent not just because of her second mating but also due to the grief his supposed death had caused his family, especially his mother, who had fallen ill and only recently recovered.
He tried to reassure himself that some sacrifices were inevitable, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of owing his family an apology.
His attempts to make amends left him realizing life couldn’t return to how it once was.
Even at home, he remained perpetually on edge, his fingers instinctively rubbing the wolf–head dagger at his waist.
Lycan Erasmus had entrusted him with significant tasks, which weighed heavily on him. A good night’s sleep had become a luxury, and he could only find fleeting peace by sitting by the waterfall.
Gloria’s accusations deepened his guilt.
All he could do was apologize, his voice tremblin
“I’m sorry. I’ve wronged you.”
Gloria cried and sneered, her wolf ears perking slightly through her wet hair. “Why would you feel sorry? Do you think I’m not as good as Lynette? She waited for Marsh of the Hornbeam Pack for so many years…
Eugene shook his head urgently, his cedar pheromones swirling with agitation.
“I’ve never thought that. I’ve never compared you to anyone. Everyone is unique. Your choice was valid. You were young then. If I had made you waste your life waiting for me, I would have felt even more guilty. It’s me who failed you.”
“How could you think that way?”
Gloria’s pheromones carried a mocking chill as she stepped close enough to see Eugene’s Adam’s apple move. “Now that you’ve returned as a hero, with everyone praising you, how could you feel indebted to
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A flicker of pain crossed Eugene’s eyes. His cedar pheromones sank heavily, carrying a smoky fatigue
The so–called hero’s honor was precisely what troubled him.
He hadn’t sought fame. The credit for reclaiming the Southern Border didn’t belong to the Eugenius Scout Team–they had only contributed a little.
Lycan Erasmus had appointed him Golden Gamma, yet the warriors who had truly bled on the battlefield received no such rewards.
He couldn’t refuse, as Beta Fabian said it was Lycan Erasmus’s commendation for team spirit, and their actions had inspired the troops.
He sighed deeply, his pheromones crumpling like discarded paper. “You misunderstand.”
Gloria wiped her tears and looked at him. “Do you truly feel guilty? If so, treat me
better.”
Eugene gazed at her, recalling their past affection. With mixed emotions, he said, “You’ve mated with someone else. We shouldn’t meet in secret.”
“I’ll dissolve my mating!”
Gloria declared firmly. “Tell me, if I do, will you take me back?”
Eugene was shocked. “You want to dissolve your mating?”
Gloria took a few steps forward, her eyes gleaming. “I will dissolve it. mating with Ulrik was never my choice. Christine forced me, and Ulrik treats me poorly.”
“The–Bloodmoon Pack has been infiltrated. My two omegas were killed by intruders. In the Bloodmoon Pack, my life is in constant danger. I want to dissolve my mating. Answer me–will you reject me because I was once mated to Ulrik?”
“Dead?” Eugene was stunned.
He remembered those two omegas who had grown up with Gloria.
Gloria wept. “They protected me and were killed by the intruders. In the Bloodmoon Pack, I could die at any moment. I want to dissolve my mating. Answer me–will you reject me?”
Eugene was deeply shaken. Instinctively, he shook his head.
But his mind was working on the Bloodmoon Pack’s infiltration.
With no significant officials in the pack, why had it been attacked?
There must be a hidden secret.
Seeing him shake his head, Gloria breathed a sigh of relief. “You promised not to reject me. Don’t go back on your word. You owe me this.”
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