Gloria didn't plead with Warren. She knew Warren was determined to make her suffer. She knelt on the ground and crawled forward.
Every time she moved, the glass shards would go deeper into her flesh. Christine wanted to tell Gloria to stop but was blocked by others. The Gamma of the Walter Pack said, "Christine, just stay put and watch quietly. If you upset Mr. Middleton, Gloria will suffer even more." The Gamma was both threatening and reminding Christine. Christine was anxious, yet she did not dare to act rashly. "My boss will be very angry if he finds out about this," Christine said. "Sure. Tell me, who is your boss? Who owns the Fittro Club? If he does get mad, just go ahead and tell him that we did this." Warren knew that the owner of Fittro Club was also a werewolf. However, he didn't think the owner would go against them for Gloria's sake. In Gabbs, though Warren and Lanny's packs weren't as formidable as the Black Thorn Pack, theyGloria smiled silently. She was right. Gabrielle was not innocent at all. Gloria never bothered to explain herself to anyone. Gabrielle took advantage and lied to others repeatedly, letting others get Gloria wrong. "Are you smiling? Gloria, what's so funny? Are you smiling, because Gabrielle is dead, and you get what you want? Gloria, you're so shameless! Why are you still smiling? Stop smiling!" Lanny was annoyed by the strange smile of the woman kneeling on the ground. Flames of anger shot through him. Gloria raised her head and looked at Lanny while smiling, not making a sound at all. Her smile was utterly unsettling. The smile on Gloria's face was hard to describe and gave people a chill. Finally, Gloria opened her mouth. Her hoarse voice was harsh to everyone's ear. She said, "Lanny, thank you. I mean it." She thought, 'You shatter my fantasies. Thanks to you, I am finally willing to face my deepest suspicions about Gabrielle. I
Gloria took a sip of whiskey and started coughing. She coughed so hard that she spat most of the whiskey out. "Hey, Miss Carter, the wine is very expensive. Don't waste it," Warren said sarcastically. Those around them continued to jeer, "Drink! Drink up now!" Someone mocked coldly, "Miss Carter doesn't like it. Lanny, you should give her better whiskey." When one was cornered, everyone would love to rub salt into the wound. Why did they hate her so much? Gloria didn't know. Suddenly, someone punched the door, and everyone turned toward it. Then, he punched again, and the door was opened. A tall figure appeared. "Who the hell is that?" Warren complained. In the next second, he saw the person at the door and gasped. It was Patrick, the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack. Patrick ignored the others in the room. He looked around the room with his sharp eyes and saw Gloria. Patrick panicked as he saw the bo
Patrick glanced at his watch. Then he looked at Gloria and said, "It's a quarter past ten now. You have less than two hours to transfer the money to the card." Gloria suddenly realized what Patrick meant. He didn't want the cash or the check. He wanted a million dollars on that card. "You can't do this to me!" she said. "Yes, I can." Patrick was suddenly in a good mood. His lips curled up. Gloria shouted, "You bastard!" She thought, 'He is so unreasonable! He is playing a word game with me!' "Let me down!" Gloria shouted in panic. "Christine, go to the bank. Take me to the bank!" Patrick pinched Gloria's chin and leaned over. His cold gaze fell on Gloria's face. He said in a low voice, "The hospital, or the bank? Gloria, I'm giving you a choice." He was so close to Gloria that she could see the fine hair on his face. "The bank," she said stubbornly. Patrick reminded her, "Do you want to die?" "I want to g
Looking at Gloria, Patrick asked, "Why did you tear up the check?" "It was just a piece of paper." Gloria's voice was calm. She didn't seem to have any emotion. Gloria's despair was hidden under her calm appearance. She gave up everything, including her dignity, in exchange for the check. However, she failed to redeem her freedom. At this precise moment, she felt despair. She was exhausted. Christine drove quickly to Black Thorn Pack's hospital. Sean was already waiting for them there. He quickly gave Gloria a checkup. "You're lucky," Sean said. "But you won't get so lucky next time. You don't have a wolf anymore, and you suffer from wolf poison from before. Don't you know that you can't drink?" Sean then left the ward and went to the corridor. Patrick was smoking there. Sean walked up to Patrick and asked, "What happened this time?" Patrick didn't answer. He just lowered his head and smoked. Sean was used to su
Gloria said to herself, "Don't bother. Don't try to make him believe you." However, looking at Patrick's calm face, she found it unbearable. She was tortured and he was the reason for her misery. Why should he look so relaxed? She said in a mocking tone, "Do you think Gabrielle was innocent? Do you think she was so perfect? Let me tell you something. She deserved it! She deserved to die!" Patrick suddenly raised a hand and swung it down at her face. Gloria's expression changed, and she subconsciously closed her eyes. She didn't feel the pain she expected. Instead, Patrick punched the wall. "Gloria, you may become humble or miserable, yet you are still Gloria to me. However, she is dead already. Why are you still insulting her? You make me sick!" Patrick couldn't have been more disappointed. He slammed the door and left. Gloria quietly watched Patrick leave. A few minutes later, she let out a hoarse scream uncontrollably. She threw e
Christine did not need Gloria to tell her about her past. She already figured out from the recent events that Gloria and Patrick had a history. Although Christine joined the Black Thorn Pack only two years ago, she had heard of Gabrielle's name repeatedly. She heard that Gabrielle was Damon's younger sister, the woman that Patrick fell for. Patrick rejected his mate Gloria for Gabrielle. However, one day, Gabrielle was killed by rogues, which not only infuriated Patrick, but also depressed Damon. Christine never got it. The Black Thorn Pack's Gamma did a good job protecting the pack, and the pack was safe. How could Gabrielle end up killed by rogues? She understood today, but she did not believe it. Because she knew Gloria. Gloria was a proud person and would never do such a thing. Christine raised her hand and stroked Gloria's head. She didn't ask Gloria why she didn't explain to Patrick and to prove her innocence. On
The Beta of the Walter Pack suddenly thought of something. He said, "I remember something. Warren mentioned Gloria when he called." Then, Daley remembered it too. He said, "Gloria? From the Silver Spring Pack? Isn't she in the werewolf prison? Call Alpha Alger, the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack. I want to ask him myself." It was late in the night. After the call went through, someone picked up and he didn't sound happy. "What's the matter? It's so late." "Alpha Alger, are you asleep?" asked Daley. Alger was no longer that drowsy after he heard Daley's voice. He said, "Oh, it's you, Alpha Daley. It's late. What do you want?" "Alpha Alger, I'm calling to congratulate you," Daley said. Alger was puzzled. He asked in confusion, "About what, Alpha Daley? What's the occasion?" "Congratulations on your family reunion. Gloria has been released, hasn't she?" Alger's expression suddenly changed. He said with a solemn ex
The next morning, Sean came to the hospital to give Gloria a final checkup. He said to Gloria, "You can be discharged now. But Gloria, don't ever risk your life again." Sean didn't want to say that to Gloria at first. However, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Patrick in the bedroom at Fittro Club that day. He glanced at Gloria and continued, "Now that you are out of prison, you should live your life more seriously. The past is in the past, and you've paid for what you've done. Three years in prison may not be worth a life, still, it costs you a lot." Gloria had been silent, then, she raised her head slowly and looked at Sean. She asked, "Has everything been paid?" Maybe it was an illusion. Yet Sean thought he heard a hint of sarcasm in her gruff voice. He looked down suspiciously at Gloria, and his eyes became obscure. "What do you mean?" Gloria lowered her head and said, "Nothing." Sean wa
When Eva was impersonating Cline's lover, she was also terrified of being tortured to death like Valda.But she mustered the courage to do so because, since Gath sent people to rape her, she had felt she should disappear from the world.It was Cline who reached out to her, telling her not to rush revenge and that it would eventually succeed.This gave her the courage to live on.With Cline's support, Eva traveled far to study medicine.Cline had given her the strength to start anew, and so she remained devoted to him.But she hadn't anticipated that her initial intention was to protect Luana by keeping a low profile, only to inadvertently drag her into trouble.Eva lowered her dim eyes, striving to suppress her guilt, and looked up at Cline."Luana, do it!" she urged.The worst that could happen was losing her life, which was nothing to fear.Cline glanced at Eva, his icy gaze shifting back to Sheila
He recalled that night when he held her and unintentionally hurled hurtful words, driving her further away.His thoughts drifted back to their first encounter.He was bloodied, sitting in the shade waiting for Gehrmann.She left a bottle of water as she hurried into the school, her profile forever etched in his mind.Later, outside the nightclub, he saw her soaked through, kneeling on the ground with eyes filled with despair.He took her, became addicted to her tenderness, and even forced her to sign a lover's agreement.But every time she called out Albion's name in her sleep, his heart stirred with jealousy.When Runa returned to the States, he ended the agreement, only to find he couldn't let go.He posed as "Mr. Night" to get close to her, using Runa to test her feelings, just to confirm if she had fallen for him.It wasn't until Calvert appeared that he realized he was already deeply ensnared.Now, looking at
Calvert approached Cline step by step, his tone gentle but his words cutting deep, "Inside is just a handful of ashes. Even if you open the coffin, you won't see her—because... I was the one who cremated her."Calvert looked Cline in the eye, noting the redness in his eyes, and felt a surge of satisfaction.The Luana he held dear had wanted to see this man one last time before passing, but Cline hadn't answered her calls and had even let another woman hurt her, causing her to leave with regret.How could he not hate him?Calvert's words caused Cline's slightly curled fingers to suddenly clench tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.The pain in his heart didn't subside.Instead, it quickly spread throughout his body, like electric shocks coursing through his limbs, making him tremble all over.Despite the intense pain, he still refused to believe Luana was dead.He hadn't had the chance to see her one last time&md
Calvert chose a gravesite overlooking LA's night view.Across the scenic mountain was where he and Luana had been.She once said she loved this place and wanted him to bring her often.But he broke his promise, never taking her again, even forgetting her.Calvert lowered his head towards the urn in his arms, guilt staining his eyes red."Luana, I'm sorry..."Clarissa arrived with the belongings, hearing Calvert's apology.She stopped, looking at him holding the urn, and felt a moment of pity.The lovers' missed connection must have left him more regretful than her.Clarissa held back tears, pushed the suitcase to him, and said softly, "Albion, it's time for the burial."Lois had picked the burial date. Further delay would cause trouble.Clarissa wanted Luana to rest in peace.Calvert came to his senses and looked at the suitcase. "Is this all she has?"Clarissa shook her head. "I can't burn th
She saw a folded piece of paper in the drawer.Upon opening it, she discovered it was a message from Luana to Cline.Just a few short sentences, but they revealed Luana's true feelings.To honor her wishes, Clarissa picked up the phone.Taking a deep breath, Clarissa said into the receiver, "Luana is gone. Don't call anymore."Cline had been waiting for Luana to speak, but instead, he heard a strange woman's voice.Ignoring the statement that "Luana is gone," he said in a deep voice, "Let Luana speak."Clarissa was immediately angered. "She's dead. How can she speak?"This was the third time today someone had told him Luana was dead, which was just too absurd.He tightly gripped his phone and coldly asked, "Who are you?"Clarissa replied with patience, "Luana's friend, Clarissa."He knew Luana had a close friend who had been her support, but he still couldn't believe what she was saying. "You're Ms. Moss, r
Cline looked down at her, not wanting to waste any more breath. He simply said coldly, "Get out."Under normal circumstances, Runa would have left without daring to defy Cline.But at this moment, she was wrapped in a bath towel, her feminine curves fully exposed to him.It was bad enough that he was indifferent. He wouldn't even glance at her and now told her to leave. How could she bear that?Runa clenched her fists so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palms, and she said resentfully, "You promised him that you would marry me. Have you forgotten?"Upon hearing this, the darkness in Cline's eyes didn't lessen but intensified. "If it weren't for him, I would never marry you. Do you understand? Now get out quickly!"Runa's breath caught. In the past, whenever she had used this threat against Cline, he would always concede to some extent.Even if he didn't give in, his attitude towards her would improve. But now, he completely d
Clarissa had already cried herself into a mess by the time she finished reading the letter.The bank card tucked inside the envelope felt like a heavy iron weight, pressing down on her heart and making it hard for her to breathe.Luana was so silly, worrying about her being short of money even at the brink of death, but..."Luana, I don't need your money. I just want you to come back..."Clarissa clutched the envelope tightly, a wave of longing unlike anything she had ever felt before washing over her, causing her to cry her heart out.Eventually, Clarissa fell into a deep sleep from sheer exhaustion, even her dreams filled with visions of Luana returning.Her heart was filled with sorry and a subconscious longing for Luana to come back, which was why she saw her in her dreams.When she woke up and returned to reality, that feeling of falling into an abyss and the sense of helplessness instantly filled her entire being, suffocating he
He wouldn't let her go without a grave. After spending some more time with her, he would bury her with his own hands.Seeing him like this, Gath didn't insist further. "Take care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything."Calvert nodded, his expression calm. Gath left with some relief.Before leaving, Gath instructed the bodyguard to look after him carefully and ensure nothing happened to him.After Gath left, Calvert took out a clean towel and meticulously wiped the urn.When Clarissa woke up from her coma, she learned from Eva that Calvert had already cremated Luana and cried her heart out once more.Eva held her shoulders, offering silent comfort. She too was too upset to speak about Luana's sudden passing.Luana had originally had two more months, but it wasn't for her that she wouldn't have been beaten by the Moriarty family...Her helplessness had indirectly become one of the reasons for Luana's death...Accom
Gath learned of Luana's passing and rushed over, only to be confronted with this heart-wrenching scene.In his memory, Calvert had always been the epitome of grace and composure, never losing his cool.But now... Gath couldn't find the right words to describe him. He just felt that Calvert seemed possessed."Gath..." he grabbed Gath's hand, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "You're a medical genius. You must have a way to save her, right?"Gath looked into his bloodshot eyes and couldn't help but feel his own eyes welling up. "Calvert, pull yourself together..."Gath didn't even say it was impossible to save her. Instead, he urged him to stay strong, which only emphasized the hopelessness of the situation.Calvert felt utterly drained, collapsing to the ground, his eyes fixated on the tightly shut iron gate with a look of utter despair.As night slowly fell, the crematorium's iron gate creaked open, and a staff member emerged, holdin