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."As Luana's fingertips touched the villa's ornate iron gate, a sharp crack of shattering porcelain echoed from the living room.The moment she pushed the door open, a wave of air carrying the pungent smells of whisky and gunpowder rushed out. Beneath the crystal chandelier, an expensive Persian carpet was stained with red wine, and a shattered antique vase leaned against the wall, its fragments glinting like scattered moonlight on the floor.The maids, once elegantly moving through the house, now huddled in the corners like frightened quails, their trembling shoulders and pale faces telling the story of what had just transpired.The instigator, Dorian Lamont, lay sprawled in a beige leather sofa, his black suit jacket casually draped over the armrest, revealing a meticulously pressed shirt underneath.His slender fingers played with a gleaming fruit knife, the tip tapping against a whisky glass in a grating "ding-dong" rhythm that echoed through the silent
Cline let out a mirthless laugh. Albion was the man who had cared for her since childhood and doted on her like a treasure.In contrast, he had only had her for five years, yet his jealousy often drove him to coldness, and he hurt her even after their separation.Anyone would choose Albion over him...Seeing that Cline had no intention of speaking, Eva grew anxious. "Cline, I need to understand the issues between you two. Only then can I approach Luana and have a proper talk with her. If you won't tell me anything, how can I possibly advocate for you?"She felt responsible for the missed connection between two people in love, even until death.Now that they had met, misunderstandings were driving them apart.She didn't want that to be the end. At the very least, she wanted to clear up these misunderstandings for Luana.Whether Luana would forgive Cline was up to her—Eva wouldn't force her.But with Cline unwilling to revi
Luana looked at Eva with red eyes, as if she could no longer hold back her emotions."Eva, if he loved me, would he have made me kneel to pour him alcohol after we broke up?" she asked."Would he have slapped a check for five million dollars in my face and called it payment for five years of service?"Would he have laughed at me, saying I was nothing while holding his fiancée's waist?"Would he have slapped me hard, knowing I have a heart condition?"Would he have deleted my phone number?"Would he have stayed with Runa even as I was dying?"After this barrage of questions, Luana clenched her fists and demanded of Eva, "Tell me, what is love?"Eva was stunned and didn't know how to respond for Cline anymore.Except for the last three incidents, she was unaware of the others.Though she couldn't fully empathize with Luana, as a woman, she sensed the desperation in Luana's words."Cold spells and hot s
"You... are Luana?" Eva's voice trembled."Yes, Dr. Woodward. Long time no see," Luana said with a smile as she approached and greeted her.After confirming that the person before her was indeed Luana, Eva scrutinized her from head to toe, her shock evident as she asked, "You're not... How could you?"Luana briefly explained how she had survived and sincerely expressed her gratitude, "Thank you for your care back then."Eva had provided her with medicine, treated her with all her might, and even used the best therapy to alleviate her pain before her supposed death—a kindness that Luana would never forget.Seeing Luana's gratitude, Eva felt her guilt deepen, knowing that Luana still harbored memories of the past.However, with Calvert present, she held her tongue despite the urge to explain.After a brief reunion, Eva proceeded to examine Calvert's legs, focusing on the atrophy.His leg nerves had necrosed, making it highl
"No trouble at all. Mr. Moriarty's salary is way more than what I earned as a nurse in the hospital," Vivian said with a shake of her head.Because of her gentle nature and caregiving skills, the hospital director had recommended her to Mr. Moriarty.He offered her a salary ten times higher than her nursing job, asking her to take good care of Mr. Preston. It was a rare and desirable opportunity."And Mr. Preston isn't like other patients in the hospital. No messy duties like helping with bathroom needs. I just cook and wash clothes for him."As for his personal care, Stanley takes care of that, so it's really a pleasant job," Vivian added.After serving the rice, she said to the two, "You start eating first. I'll wait for Stanley to come back and eat with him."With that, Vivian left the dining room, giving them space to be alone.After Vivian exited, Luana was somewhat dazed—she hadn't expected that Cline had not only saved Al
"Really?" Luana jerked her head up, tears flying off her lashes onto Albion's hand.Albion nodded with a smile. Sunlight streamed through his translucent skin behind his ear, casting a pale-blue shadow on the wheelchair armrest."I'll stay and take care of you," she declared, suddenly gripping his hand so hard her nails dug into his palm. "I won't go anywhere."Albion's smile froze at the corners of his mouth.His gaze slowly dropped to his motionless legs. His Adam's apple bobbed as he forced out the words, "I have someone to care for me."Luana followed his line of sight to the steps, where a girl in a beige dress stood holding pruning shears, lavender falling in heaps at her feet."Her?" Her voice sounded like glass submerged in ice water.Albion didn't turn around. Instead, he stared at the dandelion in Luana's hair. "Her name is Vivian. She's from a domestic agency.""For three years?" Luana's voice wavered."Mm-hmm
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