All Chapters of Tangled in Moonlight : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

As the men sat, patiently waiting for Camden to begin her explanation, she took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She unzipped her rain jacket, wanting to be rid of its wet, restrictive presence. Clayton helped her peel it off as Matt looked on, desperate for her to start talking. Clayton took the jacket and hung it on a coatrack near the door, then returned to Camden's side, taking her hand once more. She took yet another deep breath, drawing in strength before she began."Well, first of all, I think it's important to let you know that, based on previous success, our odds are low," her voice was cold and matter-of-fact. "Low? How low?" Matt pressed. "Duncan, the previous Alpha here, says that during his time as Alpha, the ritual was carried out four times and it only worked once," she explained, trying to steel her emotions and just provide them with the facts. Something in Matt's demeanour changed, but Clayton urged her to press on. "What else did he say?" he asked,

Matt sat with his head in his hands, trying to come to terms with the possibility that Camden might be considering changing her mind about the ritual. He understood why, but that didn't make it any easier. He glanced over towards the bathroom and saw Clayton holding Camden in his arms, rocking her gently from side to side in a soothing way. She looked miserable, probably because she'd just puked her guts out, but she also looked content. There was no place for him here. He knew that and he desperately wanted out, but he couldn't hurt her either.Camden and Clayton shuffled over quietly and sat on the bed once more. Camden grunted and hunched forward as Clayton rested a reassuring hand on her back, drawing circles on the fabric of her shirt. "Cam?" Matt piped up. "Yeah?" she replied weakly. "Maybe we should just reject one another," he suggested tentatively. An icy silence filled the air as she looked up and glared at him, her eyes piercing him like a harpoon to the chest. "No," she st

"I guess it's safe to assume you've decided to go ahead with it then," Clayton murmured, uncertain whether he should be pleased or disappointed. "Cam, what do you think is going to happen?" he continued, curious to know what was going through her mind. "I don't know. I hope everything goes according to plan, but I can't pretend there's no possibility for things to go wrong. I just want to be prepared for the worst," she murmured, looking up at Clayton with sad eyes. "Cam..." he whispered, uncertain how to continue his sentence. He'd had similar thoughts himself, but he'd been trying to suppress them, to remain positive. They stared at one another, the weight of their reality settling heavily on them before Camden rested her head on his shoulder once more, holding his hand in her lap and tracing patterns over his palm. He pulled his hand away gently before wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer, breathing her in as he held her against him. "I love you," he whispered into her

As they sped down the road to the hospital, anxiety hung heavy in the car. Camden sat in the passenger seat, her fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the belt of her gown. Her mind was a whirlwind of worry, and tears spilled down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly.Clayton split his focus between the road, determined to get them to the hospital quickly but safely, and Camden, as he cast concerned glances at her. He knew her anxiety all too well. He reached out and gently placed his hand on her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We're almost there, Cam," he said, his voice laced with encouragement. "It's going to be okay."Camden nodded, her voice trembling as she replied, "But what if it's not?" opening the flood gate to a new wave of sobs. Clayton saw the hopelessness on her face and felt his own emotions rising to the surface, tears threatening to spill out of his own eyes as he considered the implication. He had to suppress it though. He needed to keep it together for Camden. Th

"Come on, Cam. What's wrong?" Clayton asked, holding her close. Her body, still wet from the shower, pressed against him. "I've just been thinking about stuff," she murmured against his chest, her voice muffled. "Thinking about what?" he pressed. "Losing this baby. Then I got thinking about losing you. Then that turned into the thought of you losing me. And now I don't know if I can go through with the Unbonding Ritual, and I don't know what to do," Camden moaned hopelessly, clutching Clayton's shirt with angry fists. "Oh, Cam... " he whispered, wrapping his arms around her protectively as he kissed the top of her wet head. "What do I do? I don't know what to do? No matter what I choose, I let someone down," she whispered, feeling completely helpless and dejected. "Okay..." Clayton soothed her, gently rocking her from side to side. "No more tears, okay? Let's talk about it and we'll try and work it out together, alright? You don't have to figure it all out on your own, babe. You're