Third Person's POV
The intense resentment and the crushing reality of the social gap completely broke Vivian's sanity.
Consumed by blind jealousy, her omega instincts actually slipped out of control. A wave of pheromones, thick with intense negative emotions, drifted toward the front rows.
Several high-ranking werewolves in the second row and the surrounding area immediately picked up the scent. They frowned in displeasure, and a few even raised a hand to cover their noses in sheer disgust.
"Whose omega is that? Where are her manners? Releasing her pheromones right in front of the Chief Elders... have they no shame?"
"Who else? The Davis girl. She just got out of holding a few days ago, and now she's already trying to seduce an Alpha at a formal event like this. She has absolutely zer
