Chapter 542
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Hunt spoke coldly, his beta juniper pheromones sharp yet masking an underlying timidity.
“When it comes to real trouble, you’ll probably hide behind your mate. Useless coward–silence.”
He raised his voice, attempting to compensate for his bloodlind disadvantage with sheer volume.
But under the alpha’s aura, his aura trembled.
Cassius’s weakness had mostly faded. His alpha cedar pheromones resurfaced, cutting through the cold like a blade, carrying an invisible aura.
He peered through the small window, his slit pupils flashing coldly.
“I won’t hide. Release my mate and children, and I’ll do anything you ask.”
Despite the cell’s confines, his alpha aura lent his voice an undeniable authority. Cedar pheromones, steady as a mountain breeze, easily overpowered the juniper’s restlessness.
“I despise your bravado,” Hunt snapped. Under the alpha’s aura, his heart shrank, juniper pheromones wilting instantly.
He quickly turned away, coldly retreating to a cell on the left. His steps betrayed his haste.
Before pure alphas, beta defiance was but paper–thin.
Madison had forbidden him from visiting during the Moon Newborn Festival, so he hid here to accompany Aircanna.
The guards were bribed–he couldn’t free Aircánna, but he could visit without Madison’s approval.
Sometimes he’d pretend to seek her permission, merely to reassure her control.
A flicker of calculation crossed his eyes, ambition carefully veiled.
Cassius stood stunned, his cedar pheromones rippling with shock. Alpha instinct alerted him to something amiss.
Hearing the man call himself a princess’s mate, he wondered which princess this could be.
Cassius’s pupils narrowed. Bloodline intuition sensed something unusual.
Recalling the madwoman’s actions and the man’s claim of being a princess’s mate, Cassius’s memory surfaced.
His cedar pheromones chilled as he recalled: Madison’s obsession with Alpha Bentley.
When this happened, he probably hadn’t even been born yet.
Madison had sought the current Lycan King’s permission to mate with Alpha Bentley.
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Rejected by both the Lycan King and Alpha Bentley, she’d harbored deep hatred for the Davidson family
ever since.
Cassius’s cedar pheromones turned icy. Alpha pride scorned such fization.
He remembered his father saying he resembled Alpha Bentley more than any other Davidson youth.
His heart tightened, pupils contracting dangerously.
He felt a chill, not from fear, but from indignation.
A suffocating sensation overwhelmed him, and it took a while to recover. When his pheromones started flowing again, they trembled slightly.
The idea was absurd–Alpha Bentley was long dead, his mate too. Could Madison still harbor obsession for Bentley?
Reason rejected it, yet his pheromones sensed danger. The twisted grudge was deeper than imagined.
It was one thing to fixate on Bentley, but to kidnap him for such reasons…
Shame and rage surged through Cassius, igniting his cedar pheromones into a blazing fury. The air in the cell seemed to vibrate with the intensity of his indignation.
He couldn’t entertain the thought. It was too absurd.
But then he recalled Madison’s silver wolf statue sent after Alpha Bentley’s sacrifice, inscribed with “Eternal Night Lone Wolf”—a clear insult to the Frostfang Pack.
The Davidson family had been unaware until Adelaide returned the statue, sparking a scandal.
Cassius realized the situation, though absurd, was possible.
Cassius forced himself to calm down, a flash of resolve in his eyes. No matter Madison’s motives, he must protect his family.
Madison wasn’t the benevolent figure the public believed; she’d deceived everyone.
Even if his family called the police, no one would suspect they were imprisoned here.
The guard’s words confirmed it–entering here meant dying here.
No one knew of their location; rescue was unlikely.
Given Madison’s volatile nature, Cassius feared they might truly die here.
Despair washed over him. He embraced his family, his protective Alpha instincts triggering a warm, strong barrier of pheromones around them.
Voice trembling, he soothed, “Don’t fear. If death comes, we face it together. The Davidsons are not