The Abused Luna's Comeback Novel - Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Using All Sorts of Methods

(Rose’s P.O.V.)

I knelt in front of Alonso. Although I was very unwilling, I knew that I had acted impulsively once again.

“I understand the helplessness and anxiety in your heart because of what happened to Alpha.”

When Alonso said this, my tears gushed out as if the gates of a dam had opened – they couldn’t stop flowing. I might have looked strong and composed recently, but I had a lot of emotions and thoughts bottled up within me after Edward’s disappearance. And I was reaching my limit. This recent outburst was basically a desperate need from me to vent all of them.

“But this is not a reason for you to simply let it all out! Do not forget that you are a Werewolf of Chaos. You have the responsibility of making sure you keep your abilities in check. If you continue to act impulsively, not only will you hurt the people around you, but you may also make it easier for Nicholas to take you and your child away.”

When he mentioned my child, my tears surged even more violently. I was not kneeling because I yielded to him. I knelt because I felt regret for not being able to control my emotions. I deserved it.

“Stand up.”

I stood up and Patrick followed. When those fireballs flew towards me, I stood my ground. I did not fear them. Edward was basically gone, so what was the point anyway of living anyway?

“Clean up the mess you’ve caused.” Alonso ordered me.

“I’ll do it,” said Patrick.

“Beta, I suggest you stay out of this. This is a small punishment for Luna’s impulsiveness,” said Alonso to him. Patrick turned around and looked at me inquiringly.

“Before you do anything in the future, think about your pack and your child first.” With that, Alonso turned around and left. Susanna also disappeared as I bent over and began to bury the burnt areas with soil. Patrick started to help me.

“You can return, Patrick. I want to be alone for a while.”

He looked at me worriedly. But in the end, he left.

Once I was alone, I collapsed on the ground like a deflated rubber ball. I wailed to my heart’s content, so much so that I felt that my internal organs were also crying out in pain.

‘My Popeye, we have a child. How could you leave me alone at such a time? Where the hell are you?’