Chapter 81
Chapter 81
I stormed back to my room, my heart pounding with anger and frustration. Tears streamed down my
face as I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow.
"Blake…" I whispered his name while my heart was pounding hard in my chest.
After a long time, I finally saw his face. When I saw him, my heart instantly shook. He looked different.
He was thinner and paler, and in his eyes were the shadow of pain that could not be described.
He looked so hurt.
I bit my lips and my shoulders shook.
I could not believe it. I lied to him.
I lied to Blake.
The man who had once been my everything. My mate who showed me love and home meant..
I could not hold back the tears. They flowed freely down my face as I clutched my chest. It hurt so
much, seeing him like that. So broken and hurt. And I was the one responsible.
I did not want to hurt him. I never did. But I had no choice. I had to leave Blake and make me accept
our situation. Even if it meant lying to the man I loved.
I curled up into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. The pain was too much to bear. My heart felt like
it was being ripped apart, piece by piece. And I had no one to turn to.
At that moment, I felt like I had lost everything. My love, my happiness, the reason for my living.
For several minutes, I stayed like that, not moving, not saying anything, and even wishing that I did not
exist.
After a while, as I laid there, there was a soft knock at my door. I tensed up, wondering who it could be.
I did not want to see anyone right now, not after what had happened.
"Chloe?" Alan's voice came through the door, tentative and hesitant.
My eyes trembled once. But after a short while, I pushed myself up and sat down. Then, I glared at the
door.
"What do you want?" I snapped, my voice laced with anger.
Alan hesitated for a while before softly opening the door.
"Chloe… I just wanted to apologize," Alan replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have
taken you to see Blake without your permission. I know I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry."
I stared at him and did not say anything at first. But after a while, I could feel the anger inside of me
slowly starting to dissipate. I knew Alan had meant well, even if he had gone about things the wrong
way.
"At least you know I don't appreciate it. I hope there is no next time," I told him with a cold voice.
Alan flinched. But after a second, he seriously nodded.
"Then please close the door," I told him, directly pointing out that I wanted him to leave. But instead of
leaving, Alan stood there like a frozen statue.
I raised a brow at him. When I sensed Alan's hesitation as he looked at me, I knew what was coming
next.
True enough, I heard him opening his mouth and asked the dreaded question that I had been avoiding.
"Chloe," Alan began tentatively, "Did you tell Blake about the baby?"
I froze and looked away. My heart sank as soon as I heard his question. But then, I shook my head.
"No, I haven't told him. Not yet."
Alan looked at me with concern in his eyes. "Why not? Don't you think he has a right to know?"
My heart trembled. Telling Blake about my pregnancy… Telling him about our baby…
Of course there was nothing else that I wanted to do other than that…
But I also knew that I could not do it… Otherwise… Blake would storm in the Red Moon Pack and
would never let me go.
Thus, I could only take a deep breath, my voice barely above a whisper.
"No.." My heart broke as I answered.
"If we don't see each other again, there's no point in bringing it up. It'll only make things harder for both
of us," I told him plainly, pretending to be indifferent even though I was dying inside.
The next few days were some of the most difficult of my life. I stayed by my father's side as much as
possible, watching as his strength slowly faded away.
As the days went by, my father's condition continued to deteriorate. I could feel his energy slipping
away, and I knew that the end was near.
I could see the pain etched on his face, and it broke my heart to see him suffer. No matter what I did,
he did not get better and continued to get worse.
These days, all I could do was to comfort him, to ease his pain in any way I could. I devoted myself to
help my father, forcing myself to forget, even temporarily, the pain that I felt whenever I thought of
Blake.
Vanessa, of course, continued to be a constant presence in the pack, watching me with suspicious
eyes. But surprisingly, she did not bother me and let me do what I had to do.
A few days later, as I walked along the hallway, I heard voices coming from one of the nearby gardens.
At first, I was not sure if I should listen in, but something told me to stay and listen.
To my surprise, the voices I heard were members of the pack, and they were talking about me.
However, what surprised me was that they were not talking about me in the same way they used to.
Instead of the usual disgust and contempt, they were actually saying positive things about me.
"I can't believe how much Chloe has done for us," one of them said. "I never thought she would be
capable of doing something like this." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
"I know," another agreed. "She spent hours helping the doctors prevent that outbreak of that disease.
My friend from the other pack told me how contagious they were - in fact half of their members fell ill!"
"I know… If it wasn't for her, who knows how bad it could have been? Maybe, you and me will also be
one of those lying in bed, not knowing if the doctors will even help us…"
"She changed so much. Even if she is still wolfless, but she is very capable and csred about us…I feel
bad about how we treated her before."
I felt a sudden wave of emotion wash over me. For so long, I had felt like an outsider in this pack, like I
did not belong. But to hear them speaking so highly of me - it was a feeling I had never experienced
before.
I continued to listen as they discussed my efforts, and the more they talked, the more my heart swelled
with comfort. At least, even though I left the Silver Pack, some people acknowledge and appreciate me.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Suddenly, I heard a loud screeching voice. Startled, I looked at the
entrance of the garden and saw Vanessa.
"Aren't you supposed to be working?! Look at these slaves… Dare to relax and spread false rumors
when are you supposed to be working???!" She screamed while the servants turned pale and knelt on
the ground.
"These b*tches… You deserve beating!!!" She said before taking out a whip.
I recognized that whip. It was a whip laced with poison, one hit and it would cause tremendous pain. It
was Vanessa's favorite instrument in torturing me before. And now, she was intending to use it to hurt
the servants… All because they were talking good things about me.
As I watched Vanessa unleash her fury on the members of the pack, my heart started pounding. For
some reason, I could not just stand there and watch as she hurt them. I had to do something.
I acted without thinking.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled at her, stepping in between her and the frightened
pack members.