Alpha King Patrick's lover Gabrielle was murdered by rogues. Gloria, his mate, was his prime suspect. Gloria was desperate to explain herself, but Patrick was traumatized and locked her up. After Gloria was released, her wolf turned timid. Patrick was surprised that Gloria's affection for him was waning, though he did not reject her. At the same time, the truth was about to be revealed...
View More"This is Black Thorn Pack's territory. Any uninvited werewolf would be considered an intruder! You should leave!"
Two werewolf guards, tall and robust, said to a woman standing at the pack's border. "I'm Gloria, from the Silver Spring Pack. I need to speak to Alpha Patrick. Please let me in." The blonde woman pleaded. She looked exceptionally delicate compared with the guards. "We don't know who you are. Leave, now!" said the guards as they had a quick look at each other. "It's about Gabrielle's death. I've got something important to tell Alpha Patrick. Please, I need to see him," Gloria begged. "Shut up! You don't get to say her name!" A sullen voice cut in from behind the guards. "Beta Damon!" The guards turned to the man and bowed their heads. Damon was the Beta of the Black Thorn Pack. "Damon, please hear me out. I have nothing to do with Gabrielle's death!" Gloria explained anxiously. With a scowl, Damon glanced at her resentfully. "Seize her. The woman is a rogue. She is trying to blend in our pack with ill intentions." His voice was icy cold. The guards looked at each other and didn't move. "What are you waiting for? Seize her, now!" Damon shouted again. This time, he gave the command as the pack's Beta. The guards stepped forward and grabbed Gloria's arms. Gloria was outrageous. She struggled to break free and said, "My father is the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack and I'm only here to see Alpha Patrick. Are you trying to break the peace between the packs?" "If you want to see Alpha Patrick, then stop struggling," Damon walked to Gloria and whispered. Gloria stiffened at his words. Then she ceased to struggle. "Take her to the square and tie her to a pillar," Damon ordered, taking a step back as he waved his hand at the guards. "Yes, Beta Damon." This time, the guards did not hesitate. They grabbed Gloria and took her to the square. They tied her to a pillar, and she stayed that way without any food or water for an entire day. Gloria was at her last gasp after a day of exposure to the scorching sun. She was bound with ropes covered with wolf poison so that she could not shift. As she was dying of thirst, the sky grew dark and cloudy. Then, it began to rain. A car was approaching the square. She raised her head at the sound. It was Patrick's car, the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack. Gloria was desperate to break free. Her skin was torn by the ropes, yet she did not give up the struggle. Finally, she broke free. Then, she staggered toward Patrick's car. "Pull over," Patrick said to the driver. The car stopped. "I didn't do it. You must believe me." Gloria stared at Patrick stubbornly. The rain was pouring down and beating against the car windows. Gloria saw Patrick's grim face through the window. She stood outside the car, trembling. "Patrick! Please listen to me. Just this once!" she shouted. The door opened. Gloria was dragged into the car all of a sudden. She was drenched to the skin, and water soaked Patrick's clothes. "Patrick, I didn't ask those rogues to hurt Gabrielle." Before her voice died away, Patrick pinched her chin unmercifully. "Why are you so obsessed with me?" his voice was magnetic. "What?" Gloria was a little stunned. Patrick was her mate. She and her wolf recognized him right away at the mating gathering. 'Why would he suddenly ask so?' Gloria wondered. Patrick pinched Gloria's chin, while he reached out his other hand and touched her cold, wet face with his fingers. Gloria was lost in Patrick's gentle eyes and felt as if he was asking, "Are you cold?" However, Patrick suddenly turned cold again. "Gloria, do you want me that much that you had to kill Gabrielle?" Gloria felt a chill inside as if a bucket of icy water had been poured over her head. She laughed bitterly and came to her senses. Patrick, her mate, had always been so. How could she forget the fact that he had always been cold to her? After all, Patrick's gentleness was never meant for her. It was not gentleness but a demon's smile.As she screamed, Gloria was pushed out of the car and fell to the ground.
Patrick's cold voice came to her ears. "In the name of the Mood Goddess, I, Patrick Hammond, Alpha of Black Thorn Pack, reject Gloria Carter as my mate." Gloria raised her head and looked into the car in disbelief. "Patrick! You can't reject me. You don't know how much I love you! Please let me explain... Please..." "Miss Carter, I may consider listening to you, if..." Patrick looked up indifferently. He cast a glance at Gloria and said, "If you stay in the square in the rain till morning. Then, perhaps, I'll give you a chance.""No trouble at all. Mr. Moriarty's salary is way more than what I earned as a nurse in the hospital," Vivian said with a shake of her head.Because of her gentle nature and caregiving skills, the hospital director had recommended her to Mr. Moriarty.He offered her a salary ten times higher than her nursing job, asking her to take good care of Mr. Preston. It was a rare and desirable opportunity."And Mr. Preston isn't like other patients in the hospital. No messy duties like helping with bathroom needs. I just cook and wash clothes for him."As for his personal care, Stanley takes care of that, so it's really a pleasant job," Vivian added.After serving the rice, she said to the two, "You start eating first. I'll wait for Stanley to come back and eat with him."With that, Vivian left the dining room, giving them space to be alone.After Vivian exited, Luana was somewhat dazed—she hadn't expected that Cline had not only saved Al
"Really?" Luana jerked her head up, tears flying off her lashes onto Albion's hand.Albion nodded with a smile. Sunlight streamed through his translucent skin behind his ear, casting a pale-blue shadow on the wheelchair armrest."I'll stay and take care of you," she declared, suddenly gripping his hand so hard her nails dug into his palm. "I won't go anywhere."Albion's smile froze at the corners of his mouth.His gaze slowly dropped to his motionless legs. His Adam's apple bobbed as he forced out the words, "I have someone to care for me."Luana followed his line of sight to the steps, where a girl in a beige dress stood holding pruning shears, lavender falling in heaps at her feet."Her?" Her voice sounded like glass submerged in ice water.Albion didn't turn around. Instead, he stared at the dandelion in Luana's hair. "Her name is Vivian. She's from a domestic agency.""For three years?" Luana's voice wavered."Mm-hmm
She tilted her head back to look at him, her tearful eyes crinkling into a smile. "I'm here.""Thank goodness, I heeded your words," Albion said, a gentle curve to his lips."What words?" she asked.He froze for a moment—it seemed she no longer recalled their past conversation.But it didn't matter, as long as he remembered. Extending his arms, Albion pulled her into a tight embrace with all his strength, whispering into her ear, "This time, I haven't forgotten you..."Every day, he recalled her appearance countless times, etching every detail into his memory.Even when memories occasionally blurred, he dared not let her image fade, for she had once said, "In the next life, don't forget me again...""I'm sorry, Albion..." Luana's freshly stopped tears began to flow again.She recalled the pain he must have endured when she wished to see Cline one last time before her death."You have nothing to apologize for," Albi
The girl led Luana through the living room to the backyard.Standing on the steps, the girl pointed to the flowerbed and said, "He's over there."Luana followed her gaze and saw a man in a wheelchair, surrounded by blooming flowers.Sunlight bathed him, casting a soft glow.He held a book, his profile as she remembered.Memories flooded back. The youth she knew loved reading amidst flowers.After three years, Albion remained the same gentle and quiet soul, as if time had stood still.Her eyes welled up as she softly called out, "Albion..."At the familiar voice, the man in the wheelchair stiffened.His fingers gripped the armrests, knuckles whitening, as he slowly turned his face toward her. There, on the steps, stood a woman in a fiery red dress, her short hair neatly styled. The breeze revealed her face—the one he had dreamed of countless times.Though her dress differed from the white one in his memories,
Cline lifted his hand and gently touched her cheek, saying, "The person I've wanted to marry has always been you."His voice was deep, yet tinged with restrained deep affection, causing Luana's heart to tremble for a moment before quickly being replaced by disbelief.Cline opened his thin lips as if to say something more when Russell's voice came from the front, "Mr. Moriarty, we've arrived."Cline slightly lifted his head and looked at Luana, reluctantly hugging her tighter once more.However, Luana gazed at him indifferently, as if reproaching him for his inconsistency.Cline curved his lips into a bitter smile and softly said, "It's over."Luana glanced at him, then released her arms around his neck and stepped down from his lap.After exiting the car, Cline called out to her again, "Luana."Luana turned around and looked at the noble and cold man sitting inside the dimly lit car.The darkness seemed to envelop him, c
Russell promptly slowed down and pulled the car over. He then tactfully exited the vehicle.Luana turned her head with a puzzled expression. "Aren't you taking me to see Albion?"Cline gazed at her anxious look and nodded. "I will take you, but..."He paused briefly and leaned in closer. "Before seeing him, can we go back to how we used to be?""What do you mean?" Luana frowned.Cline raised his hand and smoothed the wrinkles between her brows. His fingertip gently traced her features. "Before we arrive, be my lover again, just for old times' sake."Luana thought he wanted to get intimate again and her face immediately fell. "Impossible."Cline's fingers froze mid-air, and his voice turned hoarse. "Can't we just act like we used to until we get out of the car?"This reminded Luana of the past—after their intimate moments, Cline would hold her in the living room, feeding her water and snacks.Maybe his "going back"
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