+5 From <b>Colna </b>
Third Person’s POV
Sabrina covered her face and whimpered like a hurt pup as she flung herself into Rosemary’s
arms.
Her sweet pheromones,ced with a strong aura of grievance, filled the air.
“Mother, Ulrik hit me!” she wailed, her golden eyes flickering with tears..
Rosemary’s bony hand patted her back reassuringly. Calming pheromones, typical of a senior she–wolf, <b>eased </b>Sabrina’s agitation.
She nced at Ulrik, her eyes clouded with disappointment.
An elder’s invisible aura silently suffused the room.
“You’d strike your own sister over a few words? How can you not break her heart? Rosemary’s voice was deep and weighty. “Even if her intentions weren’t for you, you stand to benefit in the end.”
“I hit her because she insulted our Luna!”
Ulrik growled, cedar pheromones bursting with Alpha ferocity, making the candles flicker. His knuckles whitened, <b>and </b><b>silver</b>–grey fur pricked through his <b>skin</b>–a sign of his barely contained rage.
Gloria stood by, her heart racing at Ulrik’s defense,
Honeysuckle pheromones involuntarily swirled to meet his cedar scent.
Even if this was the only way he <b>stood </b>up for her, it made every sacrifice wor ile.
Her eyes brimmed with gratitude and reliance.
Rosemary’s sharp gaze swept over Gloria’s unmasked emotion before returning to Sabrina in her arms. “Enough. Leave now. I’ll talk to her.”
<b>The </b>aura in the room intensified, a clear dismissal.
Ulrik felt suffocated by the thick pheromones and heavy atmosphere.
His chest heaved with barely contained fury,
He snorted coldly, cedar pheromones still simmering, and strode out, his heavy boots thudding on the floor.
Gloria, sensing his rage, quickly reined in her pheromones and followed.
She gently grasped his tense arm, her voice soft and tender. “For defending me like this tonight, I’ll find <b>a </b>way to secure your future.”
Her honeysuckle <b>pheromones </b>swirled again, this time to soothe and appease,
Ulrik’s body stiffened.
Bitterness welled up inside him, dampening his anger.
The cedar scent’s sharpness faded, reced by a deep bitterness.
He hadn’t struck. Sabrina for Gloria, but for Adide’s sake.)
The mere utterance of the word bitch <b>had </b>sent him into such a with a p.
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that he lost control andshed out
When he said, “How dare you speak of your Lana like that, the “Luna” he referred to was Adide.
They say you only realize the value of something when it’s gone, but by then it’s always toote.
He knew it was pointless, yet he couldn’t define his feelings for Adide–perhaps guilt, perhaps reluctance. The bitterness in his cedar pheromones grew more pronounced.
The thought that Adide had never loved him stung. If she had, even a little, she wouldn’t have coldly sought to dissolve their mating bond.
This thorn pricked his heart.
“My future needs no one’s protection. I’ll fight for it myself.”
Ulrik’s voice was low <b>and </b>icy, carrying the Alpha’s undeniable resolve.
He wrenched his arm free of Gloria’s grasp, his movements tinged with impatience.
A warning nce shed from his narrowed eyes. “Speak like that again, and I’ll be displeased.”
The bitter cedar scent now carried a hint of offended <b>Alpha </b>aura..
Gloria, shaken by the cold in his eyes instantly reined in her pheromones and clung to his arm tighter.
lowering herself further. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know you’re ambitious. I was wrong to speak out of turn.”
Ulrik let her cling, his heart heavy with sorrow.
Once the Bloodmoon Pack’s great hope, he now felt utterly fallen<i>. </i>
His Luna was a twice–mated she–wolf; his other breeder, a ruthless wolf warrior who ughtered captives.
In contrast, before the Bloodscar Border battlefield, his Luna had been Alpha Bentley’s daughter, <i>the </i>Warscar Training Camp’s golden girl, favored by Lycan rissa and Lycan Erasmus.
He had once had a brilliant future. <b>But </b>after so much careful nning, he had lost so much–all because he had mated Velda?