All Chapters of The Ruthless Luna Of Alpha Clyde : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Emma's heart pounded in her chest, the anguish, and betrayal fueling a wellspring of untapped strength within her. As memories flooded her mind, piece by painful piece, the weight of her past came crashing down upon her.She remembered the night of her parents' murder—the chilling darkness that enveloped her, the deafening echoes of their pleas for mercy, and the searing pain of loss that had haunted her for so long. The very people she had sought solace in had been the architects of her anguish.A surge of fury coursed through her veins, awakening a power she had long forgotten. It bubbled beneath her skin, a bolt of energy waiting to be unleashed. With every step she took, the shackles of her perceived weakness shattered, replaced by a newfound determination to fight back.“You thought you could control me, manipulate me, but you were mistaken,” Emma declared, her voice resonating with a blend of determination and righteous anger. “I may not remember everything, but I remember enoug

Carrington's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that reverberated within their souls. “You have no choice, my dear. The ritual demands it, and the power of the Nashgur will be mine. What are you going to do? Go to the dead and resurrect Clyde? He's dead.” Carrington kicked Clyde's leg just to be certain.Emma slouched to the floor, feeling betrayed. Her anger had blinded her so much that for a second, she never believed Clyde, no matter how hard he tried to prove his innocence.“You're a monster! How could you give up your brother for power?” She chastised Clive, who didn't look a bit concerned.Clive's voice cut through the tension, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and regret. “You know nothing about my world, little girl. Just because you work in a place where you have to sit all day and assume that you can access criminals doesn't give you the right to think you know anything. Moreover, I was the one who stabbed him with the Nashgur sword. You did. So, you're the

Bodies littered everywhere, with Carrington drawing strength from the chair around him. Blood smeared every corner of the room. Clive and Maverick with their wolves soon delved into attacking from behind, killing more of Clyde's wolves.But Liam's eyes blazed with an indomitable spirit as he summoned every ounce of courage within him. With a surge of determination, he yanked the knife from Emma's side, a spray of blood accompanying its release.He was trying hard to fight the power controlling him as his strength was tried, but his determination and fury were an antidote to that poison. Liam staggered forward, his voice laced with defiance and a burning resolve. “You may have the power, Carrington, but you will never have the leadership spirit. The darkness you embrace will consume you, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake.”Carrington's face twisted into a mask of fury, his eyes burning with deadly rage. He lunged toward Liam, their final confrontation imminent. The air crackled

Sneering and growling, Carrington lay Maverick on the floor and charged toward Emma. Liam, Morris, and Clyde tried to interfere, but she stopped them. “No, he's mine,” she echoed.They nodded, transcending into fighting the others.The battlefield erupted into chaos as the wolves clashed in a flurry of teeth and claws. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat, punctuated by growls and snarls that reverberated through the night.Emma's golden fur shimmered with a radiant intensity as she led the charge, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. Her movements were fluid and precise, each strike calculated and ruthless. She fought with a ferocity that surpassed anything she had shown before, her primal instincts awakened by the injustices she had endured.She bit on Carrington, as many times as her teeth could dig in, without mercy. She wanted him to feel every dent of her fangs.Beside her, Clyde's wolf, his dark fur glistening with a newfound vitality, moved with a leth

Emma broke into a sprint as soon as she got out of her eyesight, embracing her new abilities. Her senses were heightened, the cold night's air, slapping against her face. She was relentlessly swerving in-between trees, elevating herself to their top ad she howled.It seemed like this was a part of her that had long been subdued. She felt complete, free, and happier. She has never felt so strong and seen her entire life until now. Her chuckles and carefree laughter overshadowed the night as she bounced off another tree.Accidentally, she crashed into an unsuspecting tree. Instead of grumbling and cursing like the old, weak, and helpless Emma would, she furiously punched into the wall, shattering every piece of the tree as she yelled in satisfaction.Emma had no clue where she was headed, but she trusted her body, legs, and thoughts to guide her until she was lost deep in the woods. She kept sprinting, worrying about nothing but the void of missing her parents that burrowed deep in her