Chapter 534
Chapter 534
Third Person’s POV
In the Osmanthus Villa, Cassius gradually regained consciousness.
The surroundings were unfamiliar–a strange bed, strange furniture.
His body felt limp, his mind groggy.
He opened his mouth to call for his mate.
What should have been a loud cry emerged as a weak, trembling call.
Panic rose in his chest. Had he been ambushed by robbers?
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He turned his head, noting the room’s opulence: delicate bed curtains, a rose–embroidered tapestry, a dressing table and wardrobe.
More like a lady’s boudoir than a robber’s den.
Trying to sit up, he found himself utterly weak, as if drained by illness.
His sandalwood pheromones were barely perceptible; he couldn’t even muster basic wolf strength.
The door opened.
He turned to see a figure enter, her presence overbearing like a heavy mountain, making his breath hitch and pupils shrink.
The woman had a casual side–part hairstyle, wore elegant earrings, a light–blue polo shirt under a gray cardigan.
Around forty, her age was barely visible beneath her composed and authoritative demeanor. Ebony pheromones radiated from her, carrying a weight of years.
Her pupils were an abyss–like black, freezing the air with a single glance, bearing the intimidation of the privileged.
She was followed by someone who entered and moved a chair to the bedside.
She sat slowly on a chair placed by her attendant. The ebony pheromones thickened, forming an invisible barrier that trapped Cassius.
Her cold gaze met his panicked, doubtful stare–his sandalwood pheromones quivered under the aura.
“Who… are you?” Cassius had never seen Madison, but her aura was clearly formidable.
His voice trembled, his wolf cars flattening instinctively.
Madison looked into his eyes, saw the panic there, and felt her disappointment peak.
Her pheromones turned jcy, like a doused flame–no embers left.
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The face was similar, but the demeanor and courage were vastly different.
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“Are you afraid of me?” she asked, her voice void of emotion, though her pheromones sharpened with probing intensity. Disdain was etched in her eyes.
“Who are you? Why have you kidnapped me?” Cassius deduced from her attire that money wasn’t her motive; this was something else.
Straining to lift his head, a flicker of stubbornness surfaced in his sandalwood pheromones, his pupils dilating with alertness.
He recalled his great–grandfather’s words: the Blackthorn and Frostfang Packs were now targets.
He urged them to tread carefully and avoid giving their enemies any ammunition against Frostfang.
Madison sneered, “Is the Davidson family now reduced to cowards like you?”
“Who are you?” Cassius clenched his fists, anger tinged with a touch of silver in his pupils.
“Whoever you are, since you know my identity, you must have a purpose. Know this: whoever you target through me will not succeed.”
A spark of Davidson pride ignited in his eyes.
Madison watched as the fear in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by the signature pride of the Davidson family. The layer of ice in her ebony pheromones seemed to thaw, a hint of warmth emerging.
She sighed, but a smile played on her lips, “Yes, this is the spirit of the Davidsons.”
Her hand reached out, ebony pheromones rippling with complex emotions, intending to touch his cold face.
This face, this cold expression–rejecting her, distancing himself, with undisguised disdain in his eyes.
Cassius lay there, exhausted from his outburst.
His neck couldn’t support his head, which fell back to the pillow. He watched her hand approach.
Instantly, goosebumps covered his skin. His sandalwood pheromones erupted in rejection. He swiped his hand blindly, but missed.
She leaned closer, ebony pheromones engulfing him. Her eyes held emotions he couldn’t decipher–a mix of obsession and pain.
Her pupils swirled with longing, rage, and resentment–a chilling sight.
Madison withdrew her hand, yet her gaze lingered on his face.
What unnerved Cassius most was her look of fixation bordering on hatred, as if seeing through him to
someone else.
From his throat emerged a weak roar, “Get out!”
But his body was utterly spent.
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