Even with the blazing restriction on his nerves due to the poison traveling through every system in his body, Clyde saw a survivor who was one of the attackers. He grabbed him by the neck and dashed for the woods. He could self-heal but needed time to do that.“I'll only ask once. Who put you up to this?” he queried the attacker as he flew into midair with him, barely holding his collar.Fear overwhelmed the masked man as he kicked his hanging feet, begging for his dear life. “I'll tell you everything. It's Jim Copley. He…”Clyde let him loose from that height, blanking whatever he wanted to say. The landing attacker's yells filled the forest.Clyde's mind was racing with anger and fear as he made his way to Jim Copley's heavily guarded mansion. He knew that he had to confront the man responsible for the attack on the police station, and he didn't care what it took to get his revenge. Also, it was possible because he picked a peculiar scent from the guy he had interrogated and followe
Two days passed and Emma was still unconscious. He stayed with her at all times, telling her stories and occasionally cleaning her. He also made sure the room was neat with lots of flowers that gave the room a nice scent.During the afternoon, he made his way to her side as usual. He reached out to touch her hand, his eyes closed in concentration. And then, he felt a surge of energy, a connection between them that he had never felt before.He focused his mind, his thoughts reaching out to her, trying to will her back to consciousness. If only he could. It was an attempt to tell her he missed her.And then, it happened. Emma's eyes fluttered open, her hand gripping Morris's tightly.“Morris?” she whispered, her voice weak but filled with hope.He smiled down at her, happiness contouring his face. “I'm here, Emma. I'm here.”He spent the next few days by her side, watching as she slowly began to recover. The hospital room was small and sterile, with white walls and a single window that
Emma stood still like time froze, staring up at the ceiling. Morris was beside her, trying to hold her hand, his eyes trained on her face.For a moment, there was silence. Emma's mind was racing with questions, doubts, and fears. She needed answers, but she didn't know where to start.Finally, she turned to Morris. “How did we meet?” she asked, her voice low.Morris looked at her, confusion written all over his face. “What do you mean?” he asked.Emma took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “I mean, did you seek me out on purpose? Or did we meet by chance?”Morris's face went blank. “I don't understand,” he said.Emma's heart sank. She had hoped that Morris would understand what she was getting at, but it seemed like he was either playing dumb or genuinely didn't know.“You just heard Clyde and by what he said, it can only mean that you sort after me,” Emma said, her voice shaky.Morris's eyes widened in surprise. “Surely, you can't believe what he's saying
As Clyde left Morris's house, he couldn't shake off the anger that was boiling inside of him. His mind was racing with thoughts of how Emma had chosen Morris over him and how she didn't even care if he was injured. Instead, she gave Morris all the attention when he wasn't even her mate. His chest felt pricking pains as if he has been stabbed uncountable times. Never for once, did he consider that he would stoop so low to fight over a woman.“This is why I didn't want a fucking mate!” he screamed into the night. He believed they made one weak. Put you in compromised situations such as the one he got in. Worse of all, he was jealous? A feeble emotion Clyde wasn't used to. “What was she talking about?” he blurted out, referring to the threesome. He had to find Emily for clarity. Clyde didn't notice that he was practically taking to flight due to the anger that stirred him. He walked through the woods towards his pack, trying to keep his mind off the pain. His heart was heavy with the w
Emma couldn't control either her legs or her tears. Both kept running and flowing. She was panting, sobbing, and coughing all at once. The pain was too intense for her to even have a moment of relief.While she went through that, out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed a black sedan, Van closely trailing her. She knew when a car was just driving by and when it was actually following one. It was all tinted, making it difficult to see the inside. What was this about now? She gradually increased her pace, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand for clarity. As she took off, the Van equally increased its speed to catch up with her. Emma frantically looked around to see if there was a blind spot to hide. Maybe an alleyway or a fence to scale. Unfortunately, there was no such place. Her only choice was to outrun them, which was becoming more and more impossible due to the aching stitches of her injury. She clutched the source of her pain, moaning in difficulty while trying to keep up
“Get away from her!” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls.Emma squinted, to her surprise, her vision was messing with her. It wasn't Morris but someone who had a striking resemblance to him,She almost cursed herself. Why was she expecting Morris to come to rescue her? Because he did so once? Well, there might be no second time.The werewolves hesitated, unsure of what to do. But the guy wasted no time, leaping at them with all his might.“What the fuck are you going to tell the Alpha for hurting her?”The room erupted into chaos as the guy and the werewolves engaged in a brutal fight. Emma watched in awe as he fought with skill and ferocity, taking down his opponents one by one who were doing more of trying to defend themselves than fight him.Finally, the last werewolf fell, defeated and bloody. He turned to Emma, a look of concern on his face.“Are you okay?” he asked, rushing to her side and untying her restraints.Emma nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Thank you,” sh
“Emma,” Carrington edged close to her, circling her small body. Morris also took a step further as he watched his father. Carrington shot him a warning glare. “Easy, boy. We had a deal that I won't harm her even if it's all I want to do considering the fact that she reminds me of those two traitors. However, having her alive is better than dead.”Emma's heart sank as she realized that Carrington was talking about her parents. It must be. She took a steadying breath to calm down. She couldn't let her emotions get the best of her. “You're going to marry Morris.”Emma stayed relaxed. She thought that if she infuriated him, maybe it would get him talking without her having to do any questioning. Naturally, when the ego of men like Carrington was hurt, it bruised their power so badly that they go defensive.“I'm certain the said son can do the proposing himself.” Crossing her arm over her chest, “Mr. Carrington, let me save us time so that I can go back to my world, and you can go back to
Over the next few days, Emma got a constant visits from Carrington and Emily. She was properly fed, even though she rejected most of the meals. Morris didn't go to see her, and it was for the best because Emma was so engrossed with anger that he would have ended up with a broken nose.The faithful night came and Emma was forced to dress in a white dress with a garland on her hair. Emily looked luscious herself as she swayed her hips into the room. “Finally, Morris is going to fuck you. Can't wait to hear the screams,” she announced.Emma, who was staring out the window, which, has become her new favorite place to be, turned to face her. “And, why do you think I'll allow that to happen?”“Well, you don't have a choice. Don't play innocent. You have had Clyde buried deep inside you before. This is no different.”Emma remained silent, not in the mood to exchange words with Emily. Somehow, his mind couldn't picture or tolerate another man touching her except Clyde. It was like the mere t