Chapter 95

In the werewolf - centered world, where the bonds of family and love were as changeable as the phases of the moon, Thea was genuinely surprised. After being cast out by both her birth family and her marriage, like a lone wolf expelled from its pack, she never imagined anyone would still care about her. This intrigued her, and she was curious about the person who reached out to her, much like a wolf sensing an unfamiliar presence in its territory. “Give me the address, I’ll come right over.”

Under the fates’ design, as if guided by some unseen force in the werewolf - centered universe.

When Thea arrived at the bar, it was already midnight.

The bar was nearly empty, with only a few disheveled figures slumped over the tables, like weary wolves resting after a long hunt.

After scanning the room, Thea didn’t spot anyone familiar, and she frowned in confusion, her wolfish instincts on high alert.

At that moment, a waiter approached and gave her a soft smile. “Are you Miss Thea?”

Thea nodded.

The waiter said gently, “The customer is in the booth over there.”

Following the waiter’s gaze, Thea noticed a booth by the window. She had scanned the room earlier but hadn’t recognized anyone in such a state of disarray, as if they were hidden from her wolfish perception.

She made her way toward the booth. When she finally saw the person sitting there, she immediately recognized him—it was her ex - husband, a figure from her past like a ghost from a forgotten den.

He was drunk, his usual cold demeanor softened by the heavy scent of alcohol, like a wolf losing its fierce edge. One hand held a bottle of liquor, which he tilted back, drinking straight from the bottle.

He slammed the bottle back onto the table and muttered in a low, gravelly voice, “Bella…”

He looked so full of sorrow, of unrepentant love, like a wolf mourning a lost love.

Had this been before, such a drunken, pitiful Nathan would have made Isabella’s heart ache. She would have made him sobering soup, tended to him all night, and even cried for him, full of sympathy, like a devoted packmate caring for an injured one.

But now, she was no longer Isabella, and her pity had turned to cold indifference, as if she had become a different wolf, hardened by betrayal.

She stood quietly, watching him as though she were observing a joke, like a wolf watching a weak and foolish creature.

Suddenly, Nathan grimaced, his body slumping as if it had lost all air, falling from the chair to the floor. One hand clutched his stomach desperately, like a wolf in pain.

Thea knew instantly—it was his stomach acting up.

He had a serious stomach condition. There were times when he had drunk so much that it caused internal bleeding, and she had been the one to drag him to the hospital, saving his life, like a wolf saving a packmate from the brink of death.

But now, Thea felt nothing. She simply stood there, watching him. After a long while, she spoke flatly, “Nathan, you’re really disgusting. In the werewolf - centered scorn - for - Nathan and expression - of - disdain, this is her comment.”

“If you could spend your whole life not loving me and treating me like dirt, I’d at least respect you as a man of conviction. But this act? It’s really revolting. In the werewolf - centered criticism - of - Nathan's - behavior and loss - of - respect, this is her statement.”

Nathan half - closed his eyes, likely due to the alcohol, his gaze unfocused and vacant. Yet his hand, hidden beneath his sleeve, subtly clenched into a fist, like a wolf preparing for a fight even in its weakened state.

Thea paused, then added, “Forget it. Since I’m here, I’ll help you one last time. In the werewolf - centered reluctant - help - decision and final - assistance - offer, this is her statement.”

She picked up her phone and recorded Nathan’s drunken state, sending the video to Victoria, like a wolf sending a warning signal to a rival.

At the same time, she forwarded it to another phone number.

Victoria received Thea’s message and saw the image of Nathan lying on the floor of the large bar, drunkenly calling out “Bella.” Her heart sank immediately, like a wolf sensing danger.

Without a second thought, she rushed out the door, hailed a cab, and made her way to the bar, like a wolf rushing to the aid of a packmate in distress.

“Isabella, you slut! How dare you seduce someone else’s husband?” Victoria’s fury exploded as soon as she stepped into the bar, like a wolf attacking an intruder in its territory.

Thea crossed her arms and sneered at Nathan. “Nathan, did you see that? Back then, I tolerated your affair with her much more than she’s tolerating me now. But you still looked down on me, thinking I didn’t understand. In the werewolf - centered reminder - of - past - tolerance and accusation - of - Nathan, this is her statement.”

Nathan’s eyes, vacant and distant, flickered with a cold aura, like a wolf’s eyes in the darkness.

Victoria ran toward them. Instead of checking on Nathan’s drunken condition, she swung her hand toward Thea, like a wolf lashing out in anger.

“You have no shame! Since you divorced him, you should stay away from him! What are you doing, clingy and desperate, trying to tie him to you? In the werewolf - centered moral - condemnation - of - Thea and accusation - of - clinginess, this is her outburst.”

Thea wasn’t one to put up with her nonsense. She easily caught Victoria’s arm and gently pushed her. Victoria stumbled, falling hard to the ground, like a weak wolf being pushed aside.

“Ow!”

Thea had been gentle, but Victoria’s fragile health made the fall much worse for her, like a wolf with a weakened constitution.

Her painful scream drew Nathan’s attention, and his drunkenness lifted somewhat. He rushed to Victoria’s side, concern evident in his voice. “Victoria, are you okay? In the werewolf - centered concern - for - Victoria and sobering - up - reaction, this is his response.”

Victoria, still seething with jealousy, pounded on his chest with her small fists. “Why are you with her?” Her jealous, frantic expression was almost pitiful, like a jealous wolf vying for attention.

Nathan’s heart softened for her. He pulled her into his arms. “Victoria, don’t misunderstand. Nothing happened between me and Isabella. I was drunk, and the staff misunderstood our relationship and called her over to look after me. In the werewolf - centered explanation - to - Victoria and attempt - to - defuse - jealousy, this is his statement.”

Victoria, easy to convince, quickly stopped her tantrum after Nathan’s explanation, like a wolf calming down at the alpha's command.

But Thea wasn’t so easily fooled. “Nathan, you should change your emergency contact. If the staff calls me again, I won’t come. In the werewolf - centered demand - for - contact - change and refusal - of - future - help, this is her statement.”

Victoria, hearing that Nathan had set Thea as his emergency contact, immediately fumed with jealousy. “Nathan, why is she your emergency contact and not me? I’m your wife! In the werewolf - centered jealousy - over - emergency - contact and claim - of - right, this is her outburst.”

Nathan, unable to voice his true thoughts in front of Thea, could only awkwardly explain, “It’s a mistake the staff made. Don’t keep going on about it. My stomach hurts. Can you take me to the hospital? In the werewolf - centered awkward - explanation - and - request - for - help, this is his response.”

Victoria and Nathan stood, leaning on each other. They looked quite intimate, as if they were still a couple, like two wolves in a close bond.

But just then, someone else walked into the bar.

Mrs. Hill entered and saw Nathan and Victoria leaning on each other. She immediately lost her temper, striding over and shoving Victoria aside. “You’re not allowed to touch my son! In the werewolf - centered overprotective - reaction and territorial - claim, this is her outburst.”

She then wrapped Nathan in her arms, glaring at Victoria. “A single man and woman, out late together, what do you think you’re doing? In the werewolf - centered suspicion - and - rebuke - of - Victoria, this is her question.”

Victoria opened her mouth to explain. “Auntie, Nathan and I have…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Nathan urgently interrupted. “Oh, Mom, don’t blame Victoria. I was in a bad mood and got drunk. The staff mistakenly looked through my phone and contacted you. In the werewolf - centered attempt - to - defuse - situation and blame - shifting, this is his statement.”

He tried to gloss over the situation.

But Thea’s plan wasn’t that easy to dismiss.

She reprimanded Nathan sharply and dropped a bombshell. “Nathan, we’re already divorced. I have no obligation to take care of you. From now on, please have your wife take care of you. In the werewolf - centered divorce - reminder - and - obligation - refusal, this is her statement.”

She then deliberately directed their attention to Victoria’s wedding ring.

Mrs. Hill, being as astute as she was, immediately caught on to Thea’s subtle hint: Nathan and Victoria had gotten married, like a wolf sensing a new development in the pack's dynamics.