All Chapters of In Debt To The Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ClarkI woke up in an unfamiliar room, the stark white ceiling staring back at me. I flinched violently as the memory of the water villa rushed back, anxiety instantly flooding my system. My human heart hammered against my ribs as I scanned the room, terrified that John’s scent or his predatory grin would materialize out of the shadows."Miss, are you okay?" a foreign voice asked promptly."Don't touch me!" I shouted, instinctively thrashing backward and slapping away a hand that had reached out toward me. "Where am I?""Miss, calm down. You're in the medical clinic here on the island. One of the pack staff found you lying unconscious on the shore," he explained gently, stepping back to

ClarkThe hallway emptied as the staff rushed to assist the Alpha, leaving me standing alone at the top of the stairs. Heavy tears finally broke through, burning my cheeks as they fell. For the first time in my life, I felt an overwhelming sense of self-pity. I had reduced myself to this—an invisible ghost trapped in a werewolf's fortress, all because I couldn't stop loving a man who would never truly choose me."Miss Clark! Your arm is pouring blood!"I blinked through my tears, looking down as Anggie, one of the younger pack maids, rushed over to my side. I hadn't even noticed the thick, crimson stream of human blood dripping off my fingertips and staining the polished floor. My mind was too numb to register the physical trauma.

ClarkIt took us nearly an hour to navigate the heavy traffic and reach the quiet suburban neighborhood where my father lived. The family happened to be spending the afternoon out in the front garden, so they immediately noticed the sleek vehicle pulling up to the curb.Papa immediately dropped his gardening tools and walked forward to greet me, a massive smile lighting up his face."Clark! What a wonderful surprise! I thought you had already flown back across the ocean, which is why we haven't heard from you since your last visit," he called out cheerfully, pulling me into a warm embrace. His eyes immediately darted over my shoulder to the driver's side. "And who is this handsome young man? Is he your new boyfriend? Ah! It's about time, anak—you a

Clark"My child... please forgive your Dad. I haven't guarded you the way I should have," he whispered, his own voice cracking with unshed tears as his hand gently stroked my short hair."Dad... I'm so sorry," I sobbed into his shirt."Sshhh... let it all out, anak. There is no rush. Speak to me only when your mind is ready to tell me everything," he comforted, rocking me slightly as if I were still that seven-year-old girl.For a long time, the room was filled only with the sound of my weeping. I couldn't remember the last time I had let myself break down so completely. Though the terrifying political reality outside these walls hadn't changed, emptying my grief onto my father's shoulder felt

Clark"Clark!"A sudden, sharp shout from inside the house shattered the moment. I stood up immediately, rushing toward the front door with Cadmus tracking closely behind my heels.The moment we burst into the living room, we were greeted by utter chaos. Clothes, blankets, and storage bins were scattered across the floor, half-stuffed into open luggage."Eleanor! I explicitly commanded you to start packing the bags! We are vacating this property immediately!" Dad barked, his face red as he threw another handful of clothes toward a suitcase. Eleanor stood by the sofa, looking entirely helpless and confused."Clark, please, what is happening to your father?" Eleanor cried out the moment she saw me. "I can't get him to calm down!""Pa, please, just stop for a second," I tried to intervene, stepping into his line of sight. "Pa, what are you doing!" I shouted louder when he completely ignored me, grabbing a heavy winter coat from the closet."What is that goddamn animal still doing inside