บททั้งหมดของ The Ruthless Luna Of Alpha Clyde : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

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

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

“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

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

Days upon days passed, with Clyde burying the dead and rebuilding the damaged parts of his pack. He went as far as tightening the security of the pack, allocating more wolves under Liam's command to take care of security. During this time, Clyde was a burning flame, thin with patience, ferocious with action, and unapologetic about punishing disobeyers. He neither gave room for compromise nor allowed the thought of Emily's betrayal to guide him.Clyde sat in his dimly lit office, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge against Carrington. He had meticulously planned every detail, envisioning the moment when he would make Carrington pay for all the pain he had caused. The satisfaction of his revenge had become an obsession, blinding him to everything else around him.Suddenly, a jolt of pain shot through Clyde's body, causing him to gasp and clutch his chest. He felt Emma's anguish, her suffering piercing through the bond they shared. His eyes narrowed in frustration, resenting the in