Patrick shook the wine glass in his hand. At Damon's words, he withdrew his gaze from Gloria.
He gave another command, "Inform the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack that he must choose between Gloria and his pack. If he wants his pack intact, then Gloria must leave." "Yes." "Then, tell the werewolf university to cancel Gloria's degree. So, she can't get a decent job in human society. She'll be employed with a high school diploma." "Yes." "And," Patrick said coldly, "Send her to the werewolf prison." Damon was shocked at his words. He raised his head and said, "Alpha Patrick?" "She killed our people, so I'll send her to the werewolf prison for three years. Beta Damon, do you not agree with me?" Patrick decided to send Gloria to prison for three years. Though the evidence at this point was not enough to prove Gloria guilty, Patrick believed that she was the one who killed Gabrielle. "No, Alpha Patrick, you did the right thing. Thank you." Damon's eyes suddenly turned red, and he began to cry. "If it weren't for you, Gloria would not have been punished for what she did to Gabrielle. She is from another pack, so there's nothing I can do about her." Patrick turned to the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes darkened as he watched Gloria disappear around the corner of the road. He clenched the wine glass with his slender fingers and gulped down the rest of the wine. "Beta Damon, I'm doing this not because Gabrielle is your sister, but because Gabrielle is the woman I love," Patrick said slowly. Gloria, drenched and tired, returned to the Silver Spring Pack. However, she failed to cross the border because they had received the order from Patrick. The Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack was afraid of Patrick. Therefore, Gloria was expelled from the Silver Spring Pack. She stood at the border and watched the patrolling werewolf guards leave. Gloria didn't get to meet her parents, Alpha and Luna of the Silver Spring Pack. Gloria would be a rogue from now on. She didn't understand why they were so scared of Patrick. Gloria laughed at herself and looked away. The border which separated her from the Silver Spring pack would be a cut-off from her old life. Gloria could not put her feelings into words. As she turned back, she was stopped by two werewolves in uniform. "Miss Carter, we suspect that you had something to do with Gabrielle's death. You need to come with us now." In the werewolf court, Gloria remained silent and listened to the Elders' discussion. Eventually, they decided to punish her. Before she was sent to the werewolf prison, Gloria saw Patrick. Patrick stood at the entrance of the werewolf council hall, waiting for her. Patrick snorted. "Gloria, now, do you regret killing Gabrielle?" Gloria shook her head and said firmly, "I didn't kill Gabrielle." Patrick walked up to Gloria slowly, and his powerful aura as the Alpha was deterring. Though Gloria was the daughter of the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack, at the moment, she was only a rogue and could not stand such a powerful aura. She told herself not to be afraid, that she was innocent, and that she had committed no crime. She raised her delicate face fearlessly. She tried to maintain her composure, but her trembling shoulders gave her out. None of these could escape Patrick's eyes. He was surprised and wondered, 'She still wouldn't give up her dignity. What dignity? She's just a rogue now.' Soon after, Patrick understood. Gloria had always been proud. Patrick grabbed Gloria's delicate chin. "Let go of me! You're hurting me!" Patrick's hand was like a pair of tongs as if he were trying to crush her jaw. Gloria's eyes welled with bitter tears. Patrick, however, showed no mercy and snapped her jaw even harder. "Who would have thought of the evil heart hidden behind such a pretty face?" "I didn't do it!" Gloria bit her lip, and her face turned pale from the pain. "You can't just send me to prison like this. There is no proof." "Yes, I can." Patrick sneered. "Miss Carter, I hope you'll enjoy your time in the werewolf prison." Patrick let go of Gloria's chin and looked at her. "You can't do this to me. I am your mate. I am the future Luna of the Black Thorn Pack. This is the Moon Goddess' arrangement." Gloria gazed at Patrick. Her words enraged Patrick. He looked at her furiously and said, "You don't deserve to be my mate!" Gloria felt a pang in her heart. Her eyes welled with tears, but her pride would not allow her to show emotion. She continued, "This is the Moon Goddess' arrangement, and you can't change it. The pack will grow weaker if their Luna is absent for too long." "Really?" Patrick said coldly, "I, Patrick Hammond, the Alpha of the Black Thorn Wolf, reject you, Gloria Carter, as my mate." Gloria looked at Patrick in shock. She felt her heart shatter, and her wolf howling. The pain overwhelmed Gloria almost instantly. She pressed her heart and looked desperate. However, she did not reject Patrick because she didn't want the bond between them to vanish. But she would have to endure the pain of her mate's rejection. Gloria did not understand why Patrick had to reject her. Was it because of Gabrielle? But she had never hurt Gabrielle.Cline sneered coldly, "Only after regaining your position at Coburn Group could you protect her. What qualifies you to talk about favors with me now?"Albion's heart skipped a beat, as if Cline had struck a sore spot, making him feel powerless before him.He gripped the contract and, after a deep breath, forced a bitter smile, "You're right, I'm not capable of protecting her."In the past, he lacked the ability to provide her with a better life and had even subjected her to harm due to family matters.Now, confined to a wheelchair and permanently disabled, what could he possibly offer to protect her?In contrast, the man before him radiated strength and power.As the head of the Moriarty Group and the Ortega family, Luana would never suffer or be hurt under his care.Albion seemed to resign himself to this reality, a faint smile curving his lips. He set down the contract and retrieved an exquisite box from his pocket.Slowly op
A grand wedding was underway in the small garden. The master of ceremonies delivered a cheerful opening speech from the stage.The guests were few, but their presence didn't dampen the ceremony's spirit.The groom, Albion, dressed in a white suit and seated in a wheelchair, gazed at the girl in the white wedding dress at the end of the red carpet.This was the dream of his youth and the promise he had made to her—to marry her.If he hadn't lost five years to amnesia, she would have been his wife by now.Despite the twists and turns, he had married her, yet it all felt unreal, like a dream from which he hadn't yet awakened.From afar, he watched her, unable to discern her expression or emotions. The more he looked, the more distant and illusory she seemed.Only when the master of ceremonies prompted him to meet the bride did he slowly return to the moment.Stanley wheeled him to Luana, and only then did he see her expressi
Cline's clear and pleasant voice trembled slightly, yet he tried his best to keep it from showing.Luana's heart suddenly ached, and her eyes welled up with tears. She couldn't help but respond, "And I wish you happiness too."The last bit of light in the man's eyes behind her faded completely, replaced by despair. Slowly, he released his hold on her…Luana pushed open the car door and realized it had started raining. The fine and dense raindrops made her heart race for a moment.She suppressed the emotions welling up inside and stepped out, walking along the red carpet toward the villa.Seeing the rain, Cline quickly put aside his feelings and took out a black umbrella from the trunk.He rushed to her side, opened it, and held it above her head to shield her from the rain without saying a word.Luana stopped abruptly, looked up at the tall and upright man, and suddenly felt a wave of guilt.She couldn't bring herself to
His voice was cool and distant, as if he had come only to deliver the bouquet with no other intentions.Luana wanted to ask him to leave. Yet, seeing his pale face and bloodshot eyes, she found herself unable to utter the harsh words she had prepared.Wasn't this cruel enough?She stared at him, not taking the flowers, not speaking. The room fell silent.Cline looked at her, then lowered his lashes and took her hand.Gently, he pried open her clenched fingers and placed the bouquet in her palm. "I'll see you through," he said.He picked up the wedding shoes from the floor and tried to put them on her.Luana quickly drew back her feet. "Cline, don't do this…" she pleaded.He smiled, a pale and joyless smile that didn't reach his eyes, making him look sorrowful.Without a word, he grabbed her foot and forced the shoe on, then squatted and turned away.He glanced at Luana. "You have no dad or brother to give y
Luana's hand tightened around the wedding dress. Her small face turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained from it.Clarissa noticed something was wrong and quickly checked on her. "Luana, what's wrong?"Seeing Clarissa's worried look, Luana shook her head. "I'm fine, just a bit tired..."Clarissa gently hugged her. "If you're tired, rest on my shoulder..."Clarissa didn't mention Cline again. She knew such news would upset Luana.As her only family, all she could offer now was a comforting embrace.Luana rested her head on Clarissa's shoulder. Her dim eyes made her look lifeless.The wedding day arrived quickly.At nine in the morning, the makeup team hired by Albion arrived at the villa. The timing seemed considerate, allowing the bride extra sleep.Clarissa guided them upstairs. Upon seeing Luana, the stylists were amazed by her beauty.They worried an hour wasn't enough, but Luana's natural beauty meant
Albion always thoughtfully spared her life's worries.After Stanley finished his instructions, he swiftly left with his crew.No sooner had they gone than a black stretch limo pulled up before the villa.Ulrich, in a suit, stepped out and called out to Luana, who was about to head back inside."Miss Hammond..."Hearing that name, Luana's steps faltered, but she refused to turn around.Ulrich signaled two servants, who carried a diamond-embedded wedding dress to her."Miss Hammond, Mr. Moriarty asked me to give you this dress as compensation for the past."Luana glanced at the dress, her brow slightly furrowed. "Ulrich, please return this dress. I don't need his compensation."As she turned to leave, Ulrich's words stopped her."Miss Hammond, do you recall three years ago when Cline was abroad for three months? He bought this dress during that trip and planned to give it to you upon his return. But then some unexpe