All Chapters of Tangled in Moonlight : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"I hate you, Clayton," Camden said between sobs. He looked at her, his expression softening as he gently pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "I know," he said sadly, "And I deserve it." He held her tightly, his mind racing back in time to a similar moment. In the cabin after she'd told him about that bastard, Brett Jordan. But this time, Brett wasn't the bastard, it was him. He'd done this to her. He was so wracked with guilt and shame he wasn't sure how he could possibly expect her to even consider forgiving him. Camden sobbed in the same hopeless way she had when he had first found her in the woods. It felt like a lifetime ago now."I'm so sorry, Cam," he said as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head. "Your hair is a mess," he mumbled with a chuckle, his lips still pressed against her hair. "I know," she replied, hiccuping. "They didn't have shampoo or conditioner," she groaned, continuing to cry, as if her hair were as much to blame for her anger

Camden woke up, her eyes fluttering open as she became aware of Clayton's arms wrapped around her. Gently, she tried to extricate herself from his embrace, mindful not to disturb his sleep. "I'm awake," he mumbled sleepily, releasing her from his grasp. "I thought you were asleep," Camden said with a yawn, stretching her stiff muscles. "Nope," Clayton replied, opening his eyes and stretching himself. "How did you sleep?" he asked, his voice still tinged with sleepiness. "Better than usual," she replied, a hint of surprise in her voice. "I didn't even hear the nurses come in during the night," she added, feeling a slight sense of relief. "That's good," Clayton said, stifling a yawn as he sat up in bed. They looked at each other, the weight of the previous day's events hanging heavily in the air, creating an awkward silence."This is weird, isn't it? Do you want me to go?" Clayton asked, glancing out the window at the soft pink hues of the morning sky, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing

Matt let out a heavy sigh, the weight of disappointment palpable in the room. Camden frowned, her heart aching at the sight of his deflated expression. "I'm so sorry, Matt. I never meant to hurt you," she said, her voice laced with genuine remorse. Matt offered her a small smile, trying to mask his sadness. "It's not your fault, I guess," he replied with a sigh. "You didn't plan for the Moon Goddess to give you two mates. I mean, technically speaking, you didn't have to save Clayton..." he added, looking up at her with a wry smile. In response, Camden playfully shoved him and returned his smile. "So what now?" she asked softly, eager to know where they stood with one another and find some direction amidst the emotional turmoil. Matt's eyes softened as he contemplated their next steps. "Well, I guess we go ahead with the Unbonding Ritual," he replied, sadness lacing his words. "Maybe the Goddess will give me a mate that I won't have to share the second time around," he continued, his v

Camden was wheeled into the sonographer's room, with Clayton right by her side, visibly jittery but bubbling with excitement. "Are you doing okay over there?" she asked, chuckling at his nerves as he helped her onto the bed. He nodded, his eyes brimming with happiness and anticipation. "I've literally never been better," he replied, his joy infectious. Just as Camden was about to say something else, the sonographer entered the room. "Miss Woods!" the sonographer exclaimed with a beaming smile. "Let's see what's cooking," she added cheerfully. "I'm Amy, by the way," she introduced herself as she approached the sonogram equipment. Camden felt a bit awkward but managed to introduce herself and Clayton. "Uh... I'm Camden, and this is Clayton," she gestured towards Clayton, who stood next to her, clutching her hand like it was a lifeline. "Daddy?" Amy said in a questioning tone. "That's me," Clayton said with unmistakable pride. Amy smiled warmly, putting Camden at ease. "Excellent. Well,

Camden returned to her room, her rib repositioned and a boot replacing her ankle cast. As the orderly wheeled her in, she noticed Clayton. She smiled, happy to see him, but his attention was focused elsewhere and he barely spared her a glance. He had a look of sheer determination on his face as he walked through her room from surface to surface, rummaging through any cupboard or drawer in sight, throwing her things into a bag as he went. Confused and annoyed, she asked, "Clayton, what are you doing?" "We have to leave. Now," he replied firmly, still focused on the task at hand. Camden's annoyance began to mix with fear. "I just got my boot off. I'm still healing, Clayton. I can't just leave. I need the doctor to reassess my injuries and tell me what needs to be done next. I'm still on medication and stuff," she pleaded, bewildered by his sudden urgency. "There's no time. Right now, Cam. We have to go," he insisted. Clayton swiftly unlaced the back of her hospital gown and pulled a t-s