All Chapters of Tangled in Moonlight : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

As Clayton waited for the flowers to be delivered to the medical center, he found solace in tidying up his and Camden's room. As he put things back in their places, he was struck by just how empty it felt without Camden. Her things were all around him, but she wasn't and the place felt hollow and empty. He could only imagine how empty and hollow the rest of his life would feel without her.As he worked, he also tried to get his own mind straight. He needed to consider the true depth of his situation with Camden. He wanted to be sure that he could handle anything she threw at him, any situation or proposition, he wanted to have a game plan. He wanted her to know that he was taking this seriously and really had considered everything thoughtfully and carefully.Suddenly, a knock on the door startled Clayton, pulling him from his thoughts. Curious, he opened the door slightly and was met by Chase, the Alpha and Luna's son, standing on the other side. "Chase, what are you doing here?" Clay

"Do you feel any better?" Matt asked, his voice laced with genuine care. Camden sighed, her gaze fixed on the floor. "Not really," she admitted, her voice tinged with resignation. The bath had failed to provide the mental reset she had desperately hoped for. The shocking sight of her face in the mirror still lingered, reminding her of the ordeal she had endured only days before. To add to her misery her hair was full of tangles and knots and she was just feeling so down. Matt approached her, his hand reaching out to give her shoulder a comforting squeeze. "It's okay, Cam," he reassured her, his words carrying a steadfast support. "This is only temporary. You're strong, and you'll get through this." Camden nodded, appreciating his unwavering presence, but her eyes still reflected a deep sadness. "Can I take you to your room?" Matt offered, his voice gentle. "Yeah, I'm ready," Camden mumbled, hoping to find some kind of solace in the familiarity of her room. Matt scooped her up effortle

Camden nodded, her spirit crushed under the weight of her indecision. The burden of having to choose between Matt and Clayton felt unbearable. Why did fate have to give her two mates? It seemed like such a cruel twist of destiny.Sensing that Camden was becoming more and more emotional, Matt decided not to press the matter any further. "Come here," he said softly, pulling her into a gentle hug. It was a truce for the moment, a respite from the turmoil surrounding them. Camden leaned into the hug, finding solace in his arms. She didn't have the strength to argue or fight anymore."Do you want to watch a movie or something?" Matt suggested, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "The sound on the stupid hospital TV isn't working," Camden grumbled, her annoyance evident in her voice. "We can watch on my phone?" Matt suggested. "Okay, we can do that," Camden agreed, grateful for the distraction. Her mind was weary, and she welcomed the idea of losing herself in a fictional world, even if only

Camden tossed and turned throughout the night, her restless sleep interrupted by the constant presence of nurses conducting their rounds. Between the looming conversation with Clayton and the weight of Matt's request to move to the Wildwood Pack, her mind was in turmoil.As the morning sunlight streamed through the hospital window, Camden's exhaustion was apparent. A friendly woman entered the room, carrying a tray of breakfast. Camden mustered a half-hearted smile but had little appetite. Without even lifting the cloche to see what was underneath, she dismissed the notion of eating. Soon after, the doctor arrived, checking in to assess how she was doing. "How are you feeling this morning, Miss Woods?" the doctor asked as she picked up the file at the end of Camden's bed. Camden yawned and replied, "Still tired. My ribs are aching, and I feel a bit weak today." The doctor looked down and noticed the untouched breakfast tray, then inquired, "Are you eating?" Camden sheepishly admitted,

Once again, Camden struggled to focus on the show, her mind a mess of thoughts. Every time the door opened, she thought it would be Clayton, but it never was. Lunch rolled around, and Camden was presented with a dense cube of Mac and cheese with a side salad. She proceeded to eat it, carrying through with the promise she had made to herself, but she couldn't finish the stodgy pasta block. Her appetite had been affected by the emotional rollercoaster she had been on.Matt was attentive as always, checking on her regularly, helping her sit up and lay back down. He propped up pillows, poured her drinks, and even assisted her to the bathroom. Camden was incredibly grateful for his constant help and support. He made her feel cared for and safe, and she couldn't imagine going through this experience without him. As the day dragged on, Clayton still hadn't come. The door opened once again, and this time it was the doctor who entered the room. "Miss Woods, how are you doing?" she asked, greet