Alpha King Patrick's lover Gabrielle was murdered by rogues. Gloria, his mate, was his prime suspect. Gloria was desperate to explain herself, but Patrick was traumatized and locked her up. After Gloria was released, her wolf turned timid. Patrick was surprised that Gloria's affection for him was waning, though he did not reject her. At the same time, the truth was about to be revealed...
View More"This is Black Thorn Pack's territory. Any uninvited werewolf would be considered an intruder! You should leave!"
Two werewolf guards, tall and robust, said to a woman standing at the pack's border. "I'm Gloria, from the Silver Spring Pack. I need to speak to Alpha Patrick. Please let me in." The blonde woman pleaded. She looked exceptionally delicate compared with the guards. "We don't know who you are. Leave, now!" said the guards as they had a quick look at each other. "It's about Gabrielle's death. I've got something important to tell Alpha Patrick. Please, I need to see him," Gloria begged. "Shut up! You don't get to say her name!" A sullen voice cut in from behind the guards. "Beta Damon!" The guards turned to the man and bowed their heads. Damon was the Beta of the Black Thorn Pack. "Damon, please hear me out. I have nothing to do with Gabrielle's death!" Gloria explained anxiously. With a scowl, Damon glanced at her resentfully. "Seize her. The woman is a rogue. She is trying to blend in our pack with ill intentions." His voice was icy cold. The guards looked at each other and didn't move. "What are you waiting for? Seize her, now!" Damon shouted again. This time, he gave the command as the pack's Beta. The guards stepped forward and grabbed Gloria's arms. Gloria was outrageous. She struggled to break free and said, "My father is the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack and I'm only here to see Alpha Patrick. Are you trying to break the peace between the packs?" "If you want to see Alpha Patrick, then stop struggling," Damon walked to Gloria and whispered. Gloria stiffened at his words. Then she ceased to struggle. "Take her to the square and tie her to a pillar," Damon ordered, taking a step back as he waved his hand at the guards. "Yes, Beta Damon." This time, the guards did not hesitate. They grabbed Gloria and took her to the square. They tied her to a pillar, and she stayed that way without any food or water for an entire day. Gloria was at her last gasp after a day of exposure to the scorching sun. She was bound with ropes covered with wolf poison so that she could not shift. As she was dying of thirst, the sky grew dark and cloudy. Then, it began to rain. A car was approaching the square. She raised her head at the sound. It was Patrick's car, the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack. Gloria was desperate to break free. Her skin was torn by the ropes, yet she did not give up the struggle. Finally, she broke free. Then, she staggered toward Patrick's car. "Pull over," Patrick said to the driver. The car stopped. "I didn't do it. You must believe me." Gloria stared at Patrick stubbornly. The rain was pouring down and beating against the car windows. Gloria saw Patrick's grim face through the window. She stood outside the car, trembling. "Patrick! Please listen to me. Just this once!" she shouted. The door opened. Gloria was dragged into the car all of a sudden. She was drenched to the skin, and water soaked Patrick's clothes. "Patrick, I didn't ask those rogues to hurt Gabrielle." Before her voice died away, Patrick pinched her chin unmercifully. "Why are you so obsessed with me?" his voice was magnetic. "What?" Gloria was a little stunned. Patrick was her mate. She and her wolf recognized him right away at the mating gathering. 'Why would he suddenly ask so?' Gloria wondered. Patrick pinched Gloria's chin, while he reached out his other hand and touched her cold, wet face with his fingers. Gloria was lost in Patrick's gentle eyes and felt as if he was asking, "Are you cold?" However, Patrick suddenly turned cold again. "Gloria, do you want me that much that you had to kill Gabrielle?" Gloria felt a chill inside as if a bucket of icy water had been poured over her head. She laughed bitterly and came to her senses. Patrick, her mate, had always been so. How could she forget the fact that he had always been cold to her? After all, Patrick's gentleness was never meant for her. It was not gentleness but a demon's smile.As she screamed, Gloria was pushed out of the car and fell to the ground.
Patrick's cold voice came to her ears. "In the name of the Mood Goddess, I, Patrick Hammond, Alpha of Black Thorn Pack, reject Gloria Carter as my mate." Gloria raised her head and looked into the car in disbelief. "Patrick! You can't reject me. You don't know how much I love you! Please let me explain... Please..." "Miss Carter, I may consider listening to you, if..." Patrick looked up indifferently. He cast a glance at Gloria and said, "If you stay in the square in the rain till morning. Then, perhaps, I'll give you a chance."Dorian cast a faint glance at Luana as she felt her way to lift the quilt. Only then did he turn and leave the bedroom.The next day, upon waking, Luana opened her eyes and, after confirming the color of the ceiling above, breathed a sigh of relief.Thankfully, her temporary blindness had subsided; otherwise, she would be forever shrouded in darkness.After getting out of bed and freshening up, she picked up her smashed phone and pressed the power button. It wouldn't turn on.She had thought only the screen was broken, but apparently, the phone was completely damaged.Recalling that her old phone supported dual SIM cards, she quickly retrieved the sealed bag, took out the phone, and inserted the new SIM card.Once the card was in place, she powered on the device and opened her messages.A flood of texts poured in.There were annual condolences from her colleague Sabrina.Others wished her peace in the afterlife, free fro
Luana fell to the ground, her pale face etched with fear and wariness.Dorian crouched down, illuminating her eyes with his phone light. Seeing no reaction, he understood."Dr. George said your eyes still have complications. You must protect them—no crying, no overexertion. Yet you never listen."He extended his slender hand to her and said indifferently, "Let's go. I'll take you home."Hearing the word "home," Luana found it bitterly ironic. "That's your home, not mine."She had no home, never had one. She thought finding her sister would mean finding a home, but this man who claimed to be her sister's man had locked her in a car, nearly suffocating her to death, for coming home late. How could she go back with him?"You bought that house for my sister. It's hers and mine," Dorian said nonchalantly.The bitterness in Luana's smile deepened. "My sister ended her life to escape you. Clearly, she didn't love you. The house and car
After what felt like an eternity, Dorian approached and rolled down the passenger window. He leaned in, looking at Luana, whose face had turned pale from oxygen deprivation. "Still not returning home on time?" he asked.The cold air from outside offered Luana a momentary respite from the suffocating heat.She pressed against the window, gasping for air. Once the suffocating feeling subsided, she lifted her reddened eyes and glared at Dorian coldly, without uttering a word.Dorian was momentarily taken aback by her gaze—it was the same look Dorothy had given him whenever she was hurt, filled with unspoken sorrow.The memory of Dorothy sent a pang through Dorian's heart. He averted his eyes and stepped back, opening the door to release her.Luana, clutching her rapidly pounding chest due to the lack of oxygen, stepped out of the car with a cold expression.Dorian expected her to follow him back to the villa, but instead, she turned and r
So, the person giving her a hard time was Gehrmann.Clarissa didn't haggle and directly picked up the wine bottle, drinking it down in one gulp.Floyd was stunned. He had been so obvious, yet this woman still didn't get it?At a time like this, she could have coaxed Gehrmann or acted cute, and the matter would have been settled. Instead, she chose to drink. How foolish.Floyd sneered and glanced at Gehrmann, who was lounging in the shadows.Dressed in a white suit, holding a wine glass, legs crossed, he exuded the air of a wealthy playboy.Though he appeared indifferent, his eyes occasionally flicked to the woman steadily drinking bottle after bottle.She wore a black deep-V gown that accentuated her curves, looking both sexy and innocent under the lights.Her striking features flushed pink from the alcohol, making her fair skin glow.Her poised demeanor outshined all other women present.Many found themselves cap
Luana knew Clarissa was worried, so she quickly whispered to reassure her, "Clarissa, I've divorced him. Don't worry."Hearing this, Clarissa's tension eased. "If you're divorced, there's no need to go back to him."Luana glanced at Dorian, who pretended not to listen, and gave a bitter smile. "Clarissa, he won't give up my sister's heart."Clarissa understood that although Luana was divorced, her freedom was still controlled by Dorian.Seeing Clarissa's furrowed brow and anxious expression, Luana gently patted her hand to signal it was alright.As they were about to chat some more, Dorian lost his patience. He stood up, grabbed Luana by the hand, and pulled her toward the door.Luana only had time to tell Clarissa that she'd come back the next day before being dragged out of the villa and into the car.As soon as they left, Clarissa received a call from the nightclub, informing her that someone had paid a large sum to see her and urg
After blocking and deleting Clarissa, Gehrmann casually threw his phone aside.At that moment, Cline entered the villa from outside. Seeing the phone on the ground, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed."Cline, you're back?"Gehrmann got up from the sofa. Seeing Cline drenched, his face filled with worry. "Cline, why are you soaked like that?"Cline ignored him, took off his suit jacket, and accepted a towel from a servant.He leisurely dried his hair while asking Gehrmann, "Why are you at my place?"Gehrmann sighed and replied with disinterest, "The weekend was too boring, so I came over for a couple of drinks."Cline cast him a cold glance. "I don't have time to drink with you."Cline had no interest in engaging with Gehrmann. After drying his hair, he headed straight for the bathroom.Watching Cline's noble and aloof figure disappear upstairs, Gehrmann let out a relieved yet resigned sigh.Over the past few yea
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