Calvert said, "Luana's back, but she doesn't want to see me."
Clarissa rolled her eyes again. "After how rough you were with her, why would she want to see you?"
Calvert's eyes turned red again. Yeah, even though it wasn't him who had laid a hand on her, it had been his own brother.
No matter how you looked at it, he was still partly to blame. It was only natural that Luana would hate him now.
But what really hurt wasn't that she hated him—it was that she said she had moved on and didn't love him anymore...
Clarissa didn't know the full story between the two, but seeing Calvert like this, she assumed Luana had given him a good scolding.
Back when they used to fight, Luana would get mad and avoid him, and he'd end up looking just like this, waiting outside her door.
In the end, it was always Clarissa who'd step in, let Albion in, and watch the two of them hug and make up.
But this time was different. It wasn't something th
"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
Patrick closed the door after he said so. He threw out the handkerchief he had just used before he closed the door. It fell in front of Gloria, soaking in the rain. Gloria picked it up and gripped it in her hand. The car started and drove into Alpha's villa at the Black Thorn Pack. Then, the iron gates of the villa shut in front of Gloria. Gloria's face drained of color as she stared at the shuttered gates. Gloria was in agony since her mate had just rejected her. The remaining Alpha aura still lingered, suffocating her. Patrick was her mate. However, she could feel the hatred from his aura and he would prefer Gloria to die instead of Gabrielle. Gloria's wolf screamed in her head, "We need Patrick. Go beg him, and let go of your pride. Damn you, Gloria, go beg for his forgiveness!" After a while, Gloria looked up again. She walked toward the square, determined. She stood in the middle of the square, ignoring the cold rain. She pressed her lips together stubbo
Patrick shook the wine glass in his hand. At Damon's words, he withdrew his gaze from Gloria. He gave another command, "Inform the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack that he must choose between Gloria and his pack. If he wants his pack intact, then Gloria must leave." "Yes." "Then, tell the werewolf university to cancel Gloria's degree. So, she can't get a decent job in human society. She'll be employed with a high school diploma." "Yes." "And," Patrick said coldly, "Send her to the werewolf prison." Damon was shocked at his words. He raised his head and said, "Alpha Patrick?" "She killed our people, so I'll send her to the werewolf prison for three years. Beta Damon, do you not agree with me?" Patrick decided to send Gloria to prison for three years. Though the evidence at this point was not enough to prove Gloria guilty, Patrick believed that she was the one who killed Gabrielle. "No, Alpha Patrick, you did the right thing. Thank you." Damon's eyes suddenly turned
Patrick walked away after he finished his words. He was taking revenge on Gloria. Gloria looked pale, and she could not utter a word. Soon, the werewolf guard took her away and locked her up in the prison underground. Prison life was not easy. On the first night, Gloria was pulled up while she was asleep. "What do you want?" Gloria looked warily at the werewolves who surrounded her with malicious smiles. Gloria said in horror, "Don't get any closer, or I'll call the guards." The werewolves were not scared at all. They looked at each other and laughed. Their leader pointed at Gloria's face and said, "What did you say? Call the guards? Did I hear you right? You want to call the guards?" As she spoke, she slapped Gloria's face and roared, "Go ahead and call the guards!" Gloria lost her balance, and her ears buzzed. She pressed her hand against the wall and managed to get up. Then, she made a sudden move. She slapped the leader. For a moment, there was silence in t
Three years later, a skinny woman tottered on the street with a ragged plastic bag in her hand. She kept a few dollars and her identification card in that bag. She was pale and bruised. She also has a three-centimeter scar on her face. Three years, and everything had changed. Gloria's lips curled slightly. Yeah, after three years, things changed. It was not just about the world outside the werewolf prison. She had changed too. Where could she go? She didn't belong to any pack and lost her identity in human society. As a rogue, she was too weak to survive among other rogues. Then, a job advertisement from a shop nearby caught her eye. She stood before the job advertisement. She looked at it for a while, and her eyes finally fixed on the words "Cleaners wanted" and "Accommodation and lunch provided". Gloria gritted her teeth and walked into the club named Fittro. As soon as she entered, she shivered. The cold air from the central air conditioner made her tremble. "N
The oppression from the man's Alpha aura was strong, which made Gloria feel a little uneasy. The man noticed Gloria's gaze toward him, and he kissed the woman in his arms even more passionately. His golden eyes seemed brighter than stars, and his playful gaze rested on Gloria. Gloria quickly lowered her head. She stepped forward and turned to leave the elevator. "Stop!" Gloria heard the voice coming from behind. She did not want to cause trouble, especially not to bother the powerful Alpha and his human companion. She couldn't guess what the werewolf was here for. Gloria thought for a second and slightly bowed to the man. She said in a respectful tone, "Please forgive me, sir. I'm just a cleaner here and was on my way to clean the private room. I didn't mean to disturb you, and I hope you will forgive me." Gloria's voice was rough and hoarse, yet the man was not surprised. He looked at Gloria curiously and asked, "A cleaner? So young?" Gloria nodded and did not spe
Gloria arrived in the private room. She felt the air was strange in the room as she entered. In the dim light, a few guests sat on the sofa with several call girls. Only Lillian stood in the middle of the room. When Lillian saw Gloria, she immediately shouted, "Gloria, help me!" The guests sitting on the sofa suddenly focused on Gloria, who became nervous in an instant. Some of the guests were werewolves. Gloria was startled, and her body tensed up for a moment. "I'm here to clean." As she spoke, her unpleasant voice was exposed. With that hoarse voice, the guests lost interest in her and turned back to Lillian. Gloria had been working at Fittro Club for a few months, and she knew how to keep her job. So, she learned not to poke into other people's business. Therefore, she ignored Lillian's pleading look toward her. Gloria was just a cleaner and could barely support herself. How could she help others? Moreover, Lillian was only a human and she had parents to
Gloria raised her head. She looked at the powerful man sitting on the sofa... What did he just say? He was her mate. Years ago, she didn't accept his rejection. Therefore, she was still his mate. How could he ask her to kiss another man? Gloria stared at Patrick and her eyes were filled with desperation. Patrick enjoyed the look in Gloria's eyes and believed that she would reject his request. Any woman would choose to drink rather than kiss a strange man. "Can you ask me to do something else?" Gloria begged. Patrick sneered, "You don't get to negotiate with me." Gloria crawled on the ground. She reached out her hand to touch the ugly scar on the left side of her waist. That was the only time she shifted at the werewolf prison because she couldn't bear the torment anymore. Then, other werewolves also shifted and bit her on her waist. Later, they treated her wound with wolf poison. After Gloria turned back to her human form, she became very weak and her wounds wouldn
Calvert said, "Luana's back, but she doesn't want to see me."Clarissa rolled her eyes again. "After how rough you were with her, why would she want to see you?"Calvert's eyes turned red again. Yeah, even though it wasn't him who had laid a hand on her, it had been his own brother.No matter how you looked at it, he was still partly to blame. It was only natural that Luana would hate him now.But what really hurt wasn't that she hated him—it was that she said she had moved on and didn't love him anymore...Clarissa didn't know the full story between the two, but seeing Calvert like this, she assumed Luana had given him a good scolding.Back when they used to fight, Luana would get mad and avoid him, and he'd end up looking just like this, waiting outside her door.In the end, it was always Clarissa who'd step in, let Albion in, and watch the two of them hug and make up.But this time was different. It wasn't something th
"Once he finds a heart, take her straight to the transplant surgery. You don't need to tell me anything about her from now on."Cline's cold words snapped Eva out of her thoughts.If he really cared, his attitude wouldn't be like this. It was obvious he was trying to distance himself, throwing in a good deed at the end.Whether Dr. George could find a matching heart or if Luana would survive didn't seem to matter to him at all.Otherwise, he wouldn't have told Eva to stop updating him about Luana.Such indifference could only mean they were done for good. But Cline's efforts might be in vain; Luana's condition was so bad she might not even make it until a suitable heart was found.Eva thought it over. Since Cline clearly didn't care about Luana, she didn't ask further, just replied with a "Sure," and left with the items.After Eva left, Cline's long, knuckle-defined fingers, resting on his laptop, unconsciously clenched tighter.
Luana knew he was following her and let out a deep sigh, but she didn't turn around. She walked up the stairs alone.She had always known how Albion felt about her.He had doted on her since they were kids, giving in to her every whim. As they grew up, he worked tirelessly to give her a better life, juggling school and part-time jobs since high school.Such a wonderful young man must have loved her to the extreme, willing to sacrifice everything for her.But she had fallen for someone else, and now her life was running out, with less than two months left.She had once asked Albion what he would do if she died before him.He had said he would follow her, committing suicide at her grave so she wouldn't be alone in the afterlife.He was a man of his word. Of course, now that he had found his place, he probably wouldn't do something so reckless.But Luana was still afraid, too afraid to tell him about her impending death.Sh
Luana saw the look on his face and her eyes filled with guilt. "I'm sorry..." she whispered.Calvert looked up, his bloodshot eyes reflecting Luana's remorseful expression."I don't want your apology. I just want you, Luana. Can't you stop loving him? Can't you love me again?"He stepped forward and grabbed her cold hand, holding it gently in his. "I'll treat you right from now on. I'll never let anyone hurt you again. Let's go back to the way things were, like when we were in school, carefree and happy. Can we do that?"Luana shook her head. "Albion, we can't go back."Calvert refused to believe it. "You're lying to me, right? If you really loved Cline, you wouldn't have said those cold words to him. You don't love him. You're just mad at me and trying to trick me...""I said those cold words because he doesn't love me," Luana interrupted calmly. "He bought me because I look like Miss Ortega. I was just a substitute. Now that Miss Ortega is
Calvert and Luana leaned on each other as they walked out of the villa. Outside, several cars were parked—Calvert's.The men in the cars, all bodyguards, had bruises on their faces. Before Calvert went in, his men had already fought with Cline's guards.Outnumbered, Calvert's men had lost, and Calvert had no choice but to call the police.Seeing Calvert emerge unscathed, the bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief. One of them quickly opened the car door for the two.Calvert helped Luana into the car first, then got in himself.Ignoring his own pain, he grabbed a clean towel and gently wiped Luana's rain-soaked hair.His touch was incredibly tender, as if afraid he might hurt her.But when his eyes fell on her exposed skin, his face changed instantly.The woman he had always cherished and protected had been so cruelly hurt by that bastard Cline—over and over again, for five long years.It was enough to make Calv
Calvert didn't want her to go back to Cline, but hearing that she would leave with him made him agree anyway."Okay," he said.Just like in their youth, he trusted and agreed with whatever she said.Luana gave him a gentle smile, then turned to face Cline. "Cline, you must have heard what we were just talking about, right?"Cline's thin lips were pressed tightly together in silence, confirming that he had.Luana continued, "Albion and I did grow up together, knowing and loving each other. We promised to be together forever. But I was spoiled and willful. Once, I got into a childish argument with him on the street, and he got hit by a car. The only thing I could do was sell myself to pay for his surgery. You heard the rest—because of his amnesia and his brother's interference, I misunderstood him and signed that contract with you out of spite..."Cline cut her off coldly, "Are you saying you didn't want to be with me?" Luana nodded.
The resentment that had lingered in her heart for years, something she could never let go of, vanished the moment she learned the truth.Suddenly, she felt no more sadness, and no more resentment—only a sense of acceptance for the past.She let out a deep sigh of relief. When she looked at him again, her eyes were lighter than ever before."It's not your fault. We just weren't meant to be, and that's why all these misunderstandings happened," she said."All of this is in the past now. You don't need to keep apologizing."Her tone of acceptance felt like a knife twisting in Calvert's heart, the pain radiating down to his fingertips.By saying it was in the past, did she mean she was letting go—letting go of their history and of him?"Do you... not want me anymore?"His voice trembled as he asked the question.Luana touched her neck, where Cline's hickeys were still visible. How could she possibly be with Albio
When it was all over, the man pushed her away, got up, and went into the bathroom.She, on the other hand, lay face-down on the bed, staring blankly toward the door, feeling utterly hopeless.This was Cline's bedroom. The door was automatic and couldn't be opened without a remote.While they were... together, the man outside had been pounding on the door frantically.Luana suddenly remembered five years ago when Albion woke up and found out she had sold herself to save him.He had pointed at her and screamed, calling her shameless, accusing her of sleeping with other men while he was on death's door.She had felt wronged back then, but now that she knew the truth, she felt guilty—not toward Calvert, but toward Albion, who had once cherished her like a precious gem.She heard his heart-wrenching cries and let out a deep sigh. Struggling, she threw off the covers, pulled on her clothes, and made her way to the door.Gathering all her courage, she opened it and locked eyes with Calvert,
Luana never expected that after Cline let Calvert in, he would continue to kiss her.It wasn't until she heard Calvert's voice that she understood his intention.Although she had already let go of Calvert, seeing his eyes turn bloodshot with despair still startled her.She couldn't help but feel that the man struggling to rush towards them wasn't Calvert, but Albion.Because only Albion would lose control when he saw her being hurt by another man.Instinctively not wanting to upset Albion, she struggled desperately.But the more she struggled, the harder Cline kissed her, even going so far as to slide his slender fingers inside her clothes right in front of Calvert."Cline, don't touch her!" Calvert roared in a fit of madness, wishing he could rush over and kill Cline.But his body was pinned down by the bodyguard, leaving him helpless as he watched Cline take possession of Luana bit by bit.Luana forcefully pushed Cline