Chapter 391

Third Person's POV

"You won't accept it? Humph!"

Emmett growled low in his throat, like an angry wolf. His sulfurous pheromones collided violently.

He glared at Cecelia's thin, pale face, his wolf ears slightly forward, about to accuse her of being narrow-minded, yet found himself at a loss for words.

Though "it's never too late to mend," no one says an apology must be accepted.

He sneered, his cl