Third Person’s POV
As Paisley finished speaking, Willow’s mint pheromones abruptly grew chaotic, like gauze shredded by a
gale.
Her wolf eyes contracted in shock, their clear green hue clouding instantly, and her face paled.
<b>But </b>thispsested only a second. The next moment, her eyes reddened and her wolf ears ttened in grievance.
As tears welled up, her <b>mint </b>pheromones carried a calcted fragility, like a sapling bent by a storm: “W- <b>what </b>are you talking about?”
The wolf eyes of <b>Alpha </b>Manfred and others shrank in <b>unison</b>. Soulrend Pack’s signature thorny pheromones fluctuated violently with shock.
They stared at Willow as if trying to peel back her refined facade.
Manfred’s knuckles whitened, his wolf ws curling subconsciously in his palms. The thorny scent trembled with disbelief—was she actually Madison’s daughter?
The rest of the pack was in an <b>uproar</b>, whispered conversations tangling pheromones into knots. Madison’s only daughter, Wanda, was well–known as royalty. How could there be another child?
Paisley’s cedar pheromones sharpened like a de. She lifted her chin slightly, her wolf eyes glinting with mockery. “You can’t deny it. I’ve uncovered every detail of this affair.”
Her aura pricked Weedles. “You <b>think </b>your little secrets could stay hidden from Luna Adide?”
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“No, it’s not true, Willow sobbed, her body shaking.
Mint pheromones flickered like <b>a </b>dying me.
She clutched Dwight’s sleeve, her wolf ws leaving faint marks. If I were Madison’s daughter, how would I <b>have </b>ended up in a ce like Red Nightclub?”
Her cries mixed with puppy–like whimpers, softening the thorny pheromones around Dwight.
Dwight swiftly shielded her with his body. His dark green wolf eyes red with protective rage, thorny pheromones wrapping Willow in a gentle cocoon. “I believe you. She’s just using you to smear Madison.”
His palm warmed Willow’s trembling <b>hand</b>, trying to soothe her <b>chaotic </b>pheromones.
“Idiot!” Lance’s golden–red eyes shed coldly. Cedar dominance pierced the air like icicles.
One word,ced with contempt, froze Dwight’s thorny <b>aura</b>.
Adide’s pheromones flowed steadily, carrying <b>unshakable </b>certainty. “She is indeed Madison’s mate Hunt’s daughter.
Turning to <b>Alpha </b>Manfred, she added, “As for why she infiltrated your pack under this identity, you’d better reflect on that ”
“Luna Adide, Luna Adidel”
In his desperation<b>, </b>Manfred’s thorny pheromones surged. He strode forward but <b>was </b>halted by Paisley’s
cedar dominance.
Forced to stop, his wolf eyes bloodshot with urgency, he growled <b>in </b><b>a </b><b>voice </b>tinged with wolf vibration, “Luna Adide, please rify, Is she… truly Hunt’s daughter?”
The scent of Willow’s suppressed pheromones hung like a poorly told lie.
Paisley’s cedar pheromones turned razor–sharp. “Ask me,” she said. “I investigated this.”
Her emerald wolf eyes gleamed with icy judgment. Her dominance pricked Willow like needles. “She is Madison’s mate Hunt’s daughter-
“Born to another breeder in the West Wing’s ‘nursery
Paisley’s cedar aura carried mockery as she scanned Willow’s nched face. “Trained from childhood to please men with pheromones, her neck nds bear faint traces of countless Alpha markings-
She emphasized “markings, her cedar dominance surging. The ‘innocence you <b>speak </b>of, in the werewolf world, refers to those marked by numerous unknown Alphas, doesn’t it?”
Tam innocent”
Willow’s mint pheromones erupted in chaos.
As she flung herself into Dwight’s arms, her <b>wolf </b>ears pressed against her skull, her light green eyes brimming with tears. Her ws left tiny marks on his clothing. “How could she defame me like this?
Dwight’s thorny aura exploded, encasing Willow in a protective shell.
His dark green eyes reddened with fury, and he unleashed his highest–level aura. “She is innocent, and 1 vouch for it!”
Thorny pheromones shed with Paisley’s cedar <b>aura</b>, hissing like live wires.
“Foolishness suits you, Paisley sneered.
Cedar pheromones sharpened into ice–tipped darts, overwhelming Dwight’s thorny defense. “Do you think werewolves judge ‘innocence‘ by appearances?”
Her wolf ws emerged, nails gleaming coldly. “Her neck nds still reek of the low–ss walves from Red Nightclub–can’t you scent it?”
“Liar!” Dwight’s fury broke his lower lip. Blood and thorny pheromones burst forth as he roared at Paisley “Get out! <b>All </b>of you, get out!”
He strengthened his pheromones to shield Willow further but was shoved back by Lance’s inadvertently leaked cedar dominance.
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