All Chapters of Candy Wolf: Claimed by the New Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Now,” George whispered, his fingers tightening around my wrist, “we're going to finish what I started.”My heart slammed against my ribs.I was trapped in the bathtub, surrounded by hot water, with my injured leg making every movement painful. George stood over me, his expression twisted with anger, and for one terrible second, I thought he was going to drag me out of the water.“George, please,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You've already done enough.”His mouth curled into a bitter smile.“Enough? You humiliated me. You brought another man into your house, kissed him, and then ran to the police as if I were some kind of criminal.”“You attacked Anderson. You broke into my house. You threatened me.”“You made me do it!”The words struck me harder than any slap.There it was again. The same excuse he had used for years, the same twisted logic

Two warm hands covered my eyes from behind."Guess who?"The deep, playful male voice made my heart skip a beat.For a moment, I thought Lucy was playing a prank on me. Perhaps she had convinced a stranger to scare me just so she could laugh at my reaction. But those hands were far too large to be hers, and the scent that reached me had nothing to do with the sweet smell of sunscreen my friend wore.It was a fresh fragrance, with hints of wood and soap.I knew that scent.My inner wolf stirred before my mind could even accept the possibility."It can't be..." I whispered."It can't be who, Candy?"The hands disappeared from my eyes.When I turned around, I found the man who had occupied my thoughts on so many nights standing right in front of me. He wore a navy-blue T-shirt and light-colored shorts, his hair slightly tousled by the sea breeze.And he was smiling as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me."Finally," he said. "I thought I'd have to give you a few more clues."I star

"We have the results of your pregnancy test, Ms. Candy."For a few seconds, I couldn't breathe.I looked at the nurse, then at the folder in her hands. Lucy was squeezing my fingers, but I could barely feel her touch."What were the results?" I asked, even though part of me already knew the answer.The nurse checked the documents before looking up."Your test is positive."The world stopped.Positive.I was pregnant.I covered my mouth, trying to stifle a sob, but it was no use. Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could react."No..." I whispered. "That can't be."Lucy immediately moved closer."Candy...""I'm pregnant?" My voice was so faint that I could barely hear myself. "Are you sure?""The test confirmed the presence of the pregnancy hormone," the nurse explained gently. "Your doctor can guide you through the next tests and explain the care you'll need."I nodded without really understanding what she

The sound of shattering glass echoed from downstairs, making my heart race.For a few seconds, I stood frozen, unable to breathe. Lucy was in the hallway, just a few steps away, and all the color drained from her face when we heard heavy footsteps coming from the dining room."Lucy..." I whispered.She raised a finger to her lips, signaling me to stay quiet. Her eyes swept across the hallway, searching for an exit, but there was no time to think.Then I heard that voice."Candy! I know you're in here!"George.My blood ran cold.He had followed us to Lucy's house. It didn't matter how many times we changed locations, how many doors we locked, or how often the police promised to protect us. He always found a way to get to me."Oh, my God," Lucy murmured. "We need to get out of here. Now!"She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway. We ran into the first room we found, but before we could close the door, we hea

I couldn't take my eyes off George. My husband lay motionless in the garden as paramedics tried to stabilize him. Just minutes earlier, he had tried to kill me. Now, the flashing lights illuminated his pale face while one of the paramedics checked his pulse. "His pulse is weak. We need to get him to the hospital immediately!" My stomach twisted as they placed him on a stretcher. I should have felt relieved. George had finally been apprehended, and perhaps he would never be able to chase me again. Yet seeing him like that horrified me. I didn't want him to die before my eyes, but I couldn't bear the thought of him surviving and threatening my life again. "Ma'am, please step back," a police officer said. I obeyed, taking a few steps away. Then I looked at Anderson. He was soaked, breathing heavily, and covered in injuries. There were cuts on his face, blood near his eyebrow, and scratches on his arms. His shirt was torn, and he looked ready to