All Chapters of Tangled in Moonlight : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Camden suddenly looked furious. "You don't know what you're talking about!" she yelled with tears streaming down her cheeks, leaping out of Clayton's lap and stalking out of the room. "Cam!" both men shouted after her. She headed straight to the front door, wanting to get out and away from them, to put some distance between herself and the slanderous accusation. She turned the doorknob, but the door wouldn't open. She started pounding on it, determined to get out. "Cam! You need to chill!" Clayton shouted, rushing towards her to try and get a hold of the situation. "Let me out!" she bashed at the door relentlessly. "Cam, come on..." he urged, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her, pinning hers to her sides so she couldn't beat the door anymore. Matt looked on guiltily, feeling responsible for her outburst. "Sshhh..." Clayton whispered as he held her tight. "Deep breaths," he murmured gently. "I didn't kill Jamie!" she cried through desperate sobs. "Okay... It's okay,"

She lay there quietly, unable to get back to sleep, her mind swirling with thoughts as she listened to Clayton's rhythmic breathing. She wondered if she should tell him about Jamie. Then she wondered whether she should tell him she had been through his sketchbook. Now that she'd done it, it felt like a huge violation of his privacy. Like she'd read his diary or something. She felt guilty, but figured she needed to be honest and tell him. She was already keeping enough secrets and the guilt was already intolerable.Her mind kept rolling back to the images, specifically the one of her pregnant. She remembered the way he'd captured her smile. Was that how she really looked when she smiled? When was the last time she felt as happy as she looked in that picture? She figured it had probably been a while.As she was lost in thought, she felt Clayton beginning to stir. Unaware that she was already wide awake, he smiled and gently pulled her closer to him, trying not to wake her as he relished

Camden emerged from the shower, feeling refreshed and energized. She quickly got dressed in comfortable jeans and a soft hoodie, the warmest clothes she had with her. As she entered the sitting room, she found Clayton peacefully asleep on one of the couches, and Matt sitting on another, engrossed in a TV show and munching on chips. It seemed like they had settled in quite well here. "What are you watching?" Camden asked, curious about the show on the screen. "You should watch, I think you'd like it," Matt said, shifting up and making space for her to join him. She sat down next to him, immediately drawn into the captivating storyline. The episode reached a thrilling cliffhanger, leaving Camden shouting at the TV in frustration. "How can it end like that?! How can you kill off the main character already?!" Her passionate outburst amused Matt, who chuckled at her reaction."Want to watch another episode?" Matt suggested with a playful smile. "Definitely! You can't leave me on a cliffhan

Camden sighed deeply, her breath leaving a misty trail in the cold air. "I want forever too," she whispered, feeling the weight of her emotions and uncertainties. "But before I can even think of forever, I need to get through this Unbonding Ritual," she added, her voice filled with resignation. "Please don't pressure me now, Clayton. I can't give you answers or make commitments while I can't even get my thoughts straight. My mind is a mess," she frowned, feeling overwhelmed by the complexity of her feelings. "I'm with you now, and I want you, but if I'm alone with Matt for 5 minutes, then I want him. I hate this. I always thought the mate bond was such a special thing when I was a kid. I couldn't wait to find my mate, to know that there was someone out there perfect for you and you were destined to be together forever. It sounded like a fairytale to a young, naive little girl. But now I just wish I had my own free will to choose how I want to feel, rather than being compelled by some

Camden emerged from her room wearing a dry hoodie and socks. She only had the one pair of jeans with her though, so she was still wearing those in spite of them being a bit damp from the rain. She felt wholly unprepared for the cold and wet Scottish weather. "You guys ready?" she asked, eager to get going, her mind focused on the promise of warmer clothes. "Yup," Matt replied, standing up and stretching. "Ready," Clayton answered, pulling his jacket on. "So where are we going?" Camden asked, curious about their where they were headed. "The Fox and Ferryman," Clayton said, opening the door and gesturing for her to step through. As she stepped out, Clayton pulled her hood up over her head to shield her from the persistent drizzle. "The Fox and Ferryman?" she repeated, intrigued by the name. She liked foxes, so the name caught her interest. "Yeah. It's not far from here. Only a 10 minute walk or so. There should be a clothing store somewhere in the vicinity, so we'll make a stop as soon