บททั้งหมดของ The Ruthless Luna Of Alpha Clyde : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Before his eyes, Clyde saw the killer wearing the same outfit he wore on the same days those killings happened. Even tonight, he wore the same thing, walked just like him, and made sure that he didn't avoid the CCTV of the city. He deliberately wanted to leave traces. Clyde knew the answer. He knew who it was. Most of all, he knew that Carrington had something to do with it. He was taunting him. He wanted to draw him out.The iPad was broken as he also flung it on the war, shattering whatever was left. This was his battle to fight silently, he couldn't give out details. And that was why Carrington was doing it because he already knew that Clyde would have to solely fight this battle.They all waited for him to say something. Anything. Clyde kept quiet, rubbing his chin. “Dismissed,” he mumbled, walking out. Most were left in confusion. On other days, Emily would have run after him to try to sort out things. However, she remained seated, having earlier received a dose of his short temp

Clyde was intensively staring into Emma's eyes when her phone began to buzz, breaking the silence. She hissed, grabbing it. It was Allen again, and this time he sounded impatient.“Emma, get to the department immediately. There’s a lead on the serial killer.”“I ran into some difficulty. I’m coming.”Allen ended the call.Emma, shoved Clyde hard in the chest, not having any of his drama as he was wasting her time. He was a big boy, so her impact had little effect, but Clyde willingly moved out of the way for her to saunter to the wardrobe.“You fucking cost me a button on my shirt,” she ranted, unbuttoning and shimmering out of the shirt. She didn’t care if the mountain of a man was still standing there.She ran her fingers through the rack of clothes, choosing a blue top that went well with her pants and loafers. Putting it on, “Clyde, I’m leaving her. Don’t try to stop me because it wouldn’t end well,” she warned with seriousness. “My job fucking needs me.”Throwing up his hand in

The briefing lasted a conflicting two hours, of which Emma spent paying little attention. She had questions upon questions pounding in her head. Things she hoped that Clyde would deny. The briefing came to an end, with everyone returning to the department to continue cracking the case in different units, trying as much as possible to find a motive for the killing.Emma, with her broken spirit, was the last to leave behind Allen and two other officers. Before she got to the door, trying to sneak out and not get the attention of the Chief, he saw her and immediately halted her. “Miss Watson? A word with you,” his unfriendly face geared.Emma looked out to find Liam, who had gathered snacks in his hand while chatting with some of the officers. He looked and sounded so excited to be there with everyone. He had a way of winning would and making everyone feel comfortable with him. That kind of friend you could talk to when you’re feeling sad and drained and who you trust to cheer you up,

As the cab weaved through the streets, Emma's mind was racing. She couldn't believe that she was about to confront a werewolf, and she wasn't sure what she was going to say when she saw Alpha Clyde. After all, they didn't part ways on a good note.Finally, the cab pulled up to the routes that led back to the Alpha's mansion, and Emma got out, walking through the mini woods towards the front door. She took a deep breath as the gates opened ajar. They had already marked her, so, at the recognition of her face, it was easy for her to get through the guards until she made it to Clyde's wing.After so many moments of gathering courage, she knocked on the door. It didn't open. Most of all, she didn't see Liam anywhere. It was awfully quiet. She tapped on the door again, and it finally opened. A beautiful blonde woman appeared. “Can I help you?” she asked, looking at Emma curiously.At first, Emma didn't recognize her. When she looked closely, she almost slammed her head into the wall. “Em

“Morris?” a female excited voice called out, dashing out toward the door.He tilted his body, smiling, even before facing the source calling out his name. “That would be me,” he mumbled to Emma. Getting down from his car, he bumped into the blonde, who was all over him already. “Hi, Shelley,” he greeted, both exchanging a tight hug and kisses on both cheeks.Emma couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she watched Morris and Shelley greet each other so warmly. She wished she had this with Clyde. She didn't know them both, but, just wished that she had that genuine happiness Morris and Shelley shared just for seeing each other, could be an experience she had with where her heart was.There was a twinge of possessiveness over Clyde as she remembered him. Something in her guts that made her wish she could have him to herself without sharing. Unfortunately, that wasn't what she discovered. She had witnessed that Clyde couldn't be contained at all.Morris turned back to Emma, taking