30 Days to Freedom: Abandoned Luna is Secret Shadow King novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: The Screams Were Heard Throughout the Entire Hospital Floor

Chapter 81: The Screams Were Heard Throughout the Entire Hospital Floor

(God’s POV)

Upon hearing Alpha Theodore’s command to have her womb removed, Clara was utterly shocked. Her face went white as

death.

“Don’t!” she pleaded, her voice cracking with terror. “Please don’t do this to me! I’m Rosalie’s mother!”

She fell to her knees, clutching at Theodore’s legs desperately. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his pants like claws.

“Don’t take my womb, I’ll do anything else for you!” Tears streamed down her bruised face. “I still want to have many pups for you, to carry on the Redgrave bloodline!”

The pack healers moved forward with clinical precision. Their white coats rustled as they approached her trembling form.

Clara struggled with all her might, but she was no match for the several burly healers who restrained her. Their hands

were like iron shackles around her arms.

One healer prepared a syringe filled with sedative. The clear liquid glinted menacingly in the manor’s dim lighting.

“No, no, no!” Clara’s voice rose to a shriek. She made one last desperate attempt, grabbing Theodore’s leg with both

hands.

He kicked her away without a second thought. His amber eyes held no trace of mercy or recognition.

As the needle lunged toward her neck, a piercing scream echoed through the manor. Clara’s eyes rolled back as she

fainted from sheer terror.

The healer checked her pulse and looked up at Theodore. “Alpha, she has merely fainted from fright.”

Theodore stared down at Clara’s unconscious form. After a moment’s thought, his voice cut through the silence like a

blade.

“Send her to the Crimson Infirmary.”

At the infirmary, Dr. Aris confirmed that Clara had only suffered from extreme shock. Her vital signs were stable, though her body trembled even in unconsciousness.

“She’s physically unharmed, Alpha,” Dr. Aris reported professionally. “Just severe psychological trauma.”

Still, Theodore insisted on a full examination. He stood with his arms crossed, watching every procedure with hawk–like intensity.

The results were the same: Clara was in perfect health. His gaze on her was dark and unreadable, like storm clouds gathering before lightning strikes.

When Clara finally woke up, she found Theodore sitting beside her bed. His apparent concern for her health sparked a flicker of deluded hope in her chest.

She convinced herself that he still cared. That the terrifying ordeal was merely an act to appease Olivia. That his mother,

Eleonora, would never allow him to render her infertile.

Emboldened by this misguided self–assurance, she wrapped herself around him. Her voice was soft and cooing.

“My Alpha, I know I was wrong. I swear I’ll never bother my Luna again.” She pressed closer, her breath warm against his neck. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

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“Whatever I want?” Theodore’s voice was devoid of emotion. Each word fell like ice. “Anything?”

Clara thought she had reignited his desire. She smiled coquettishly, her eyes sparkling with false confidence.

At that moment, Theodore called out, “Come in.”

The door to the medical room opened. Caleb Thorne stepped inside, his expression nervous but determined.

“You are now a legally mated pair,” Theodore announced. His cold gaze shifted to Caleb like a predator sizing up prey.

Caleb quickly pledged his loyalty. “Alpha, I promise never to touch her inappropriately. This is purely for pack politics.”

Meanwhile, Clara looked at Theodore with adoration. Her voice was breathless with devotion.

“My heart and body are yours alone, Alpha. No one else matters.”

Theodore’s patience wore thin. His jaw clenched as fury built behind his amber eyes.

“Tonight,” he commanded, his voice like ice cracking under pressure, “You will complete your mating here.”

The words struck Clara like lightning. Her world tilted on its axis.

“No-” she shrieked, falling from the bed to his feet. Her knees hit the cold floor with a painful thud.

“My Alpha, why are you doing this to me? I’m your she–wolf!” Her voice broke with desperate confusion.

Seeing Theodore’s growing displeasure, Caleb dragged Clara back onto the bed. His grip was firm but not cruel.

When she slapped him across the face, the sound echoed through the sterile room. Theodore coolly reminded her of

reality.

“You’ll be his legitimate mate in two days. What’s the difference?”

He then presented her with the ultimatum. His voice was calm, almost conversational, which made it infinitely more

terrifying.

“This humiliation, or a hysterectomy. Choose.”

With tears of degradation streaming down her face, Clara choked out a trembling response. “I… I’m willing.”

As Caleb forced himself upon her, Clara’s world crumbled. Every dream she’d built over five years shattered like glass.

Theodore sat and watched the entire scene. His expression was as cold and distant as if he were watching strangers

perform a mundane task.

All her hopes, built over five years of being his pampered secret, turned to ash in her mouth.

In her agony, Clara saw Theodore stand up. For one desperate moment, she thought he was there to save her.

Instead, he picked up Caleb’s phone. The camera clicked repeatedly as he took photos of their degrading acts.

Then he became absorbed in the screen, completely ignoring her pleas. His fingers moved across the device with casual

indifference.

She wanted to call Theodore’s name, but only moans escaped her lips. The sound disgusted her, but she couldn’t stop it.

Theodore laughed contemptuously. “Come on, Caleb.”

Hearing this, Caleb thrust even harder. Clara’s cries echoed throughout the entire floor of the infirmary.

She desperately tried to grasp the new reality–that she would become a member of the Thorne family. But tears of despair flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Theodore posted the photos to Caleb’s social media. His caption was simple and cruel: “She’s my mate now!”

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The post was immediately flooded with likes and lewd comments. Their pack allies congratulated Beta Caleb on having a “new” mate, their words dripping with crude humor.

When Evelyn saw the post, she trembled with rage. Her hands shook as she stared at the screen.

She hated Theodore’s hypocrisy–loving Olivia while keeping Clara, yet never giving her a glance. The injustice burned in her chest like acid.

She seethed with jealousy, convinced she could have won him over where Clara had failed. Her beauty was superior, her bloodline more refined.

Seeing her chance, she immediately forwarded the photo to Eleonora. Her message was crafted with innocent concern.

“Lady Eleonora,” she wrote carefully, “it seems Theodore and Clara have completely broken up. But he won’t accept the other she–wolves you’ve arranged. What should we do?”

(Theodore’s POV)

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