Wolfless, Unbroken Abandoned novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

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Laura’s entire body trembled as she watched the chaos unfold before her. Horror spread through her limbs like frostbite, rooting her to the ground. Her knees gave way beneath her, slamming against the wet marble floor as she collapsed, wide- eyed, her pulse thrumming in her throat like a trapped bird.

Her gaze locked onto the rectangular container. Inside, Georgia floated in an unnatural stillness, limbs adrift like the limbs of a drowned doll. Laura’s chest tightened painfully with a rush of fear so intense it made her stomach chum. She didn’t know if Georgia was alive or dead, and the uncertainty coiled around her ribs like a serpent squeezing tighter with each second.

Until recently, Preston had simply been an occasional presence at Vetro Club–an aloof, powerful man she had observed from afar, never knowing his true identity. But as she watched Titus’s pleading eyes dart to Preston, she understood the truth with sickening clarity. Preston was Mr. Hill, the enigmatic owner of Vetro Club, the man who stood at the peak of everything here.

Realization hit Laura so hard her vision dimmed around the edges. Fear pulsed through her veins. She hoped–prayed with every desperate fibre of her being–that Georgia would survive this, so Preston’s wrath wouldn’t land on her shoulders.

Yet another darker thought slithered through her mind. But what if Georgia just… died? What if Georgia woke up and revealed everything to Preston? What if she exposed Laura’s betrayal?

As Preston’s rage built in front of her eyes, her own panic grew, Scrambling clumsily on shaking knees, she staggered to his side. Her fingers twitched as she reached out to touch him, adopting a mask of false concern. “Mr. Hill, your hand is bleeding. You need to stop, or you’ll lose your hand!” Her voice trembled as she spoke, but her mind was screaming, If I can just stall him… just a little longer. Georgia will drown.

She clutched Preston’s arm in trembling fingers, trying to anchor him down. If Georgia died now, no one would know what she had done.

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‘Let me take over! Luca snarled. ‘Preston, our mate is dying! I can’t stand this any longer!

Preston’s pupils darkened, the edges of his irises pulsing with black as power swelled inside him. His biceps bulged, tearing the seams of his tailored suit sleeves. The threads snapped with soft, helpless pops until his expensive suit sleeves hung from his elbows in shredded tatters.

With one sudden, brutal jerk, he flung Laura aside like a rag doll. Her body sailed through the air before slamming to the polished floor. Her head struck the ground with a hollow thud, and her world faded instantly to darkness.

Preston didn’t shift fully, but his arms lengthened, muscle fibres thickening and corded with primal power. They became weapons forged from fury and grief.

He roared, baring his teeth in a feral snarl, and slammed his fists against the container again. His knuckles split open, spraying blood across the clear surface like droplets of crimson paint.

The Blue Moon Pack werewolves stumbled back from his aura. The sheer dominance rolling off Preston seared their nerves raw. An alpha’s power this strong was nearly unendurable. Fear clenched around their lungs, forcing them to move faster, to attack the container with renewed desperation.

Then–finally–a sharp crack split the air.

Preston’s eyes locked on the thin fracture spidering across the glass. Luca howled inside him. “Quick! Preston, she can’t hold on! She’s slipping away!

Preston’s chest heaved with fear so potent it made him dizzy. Without pausing to think, he smashed his fist into the crack again, once, twice, three times in rapid, savage blows.

“Alpha Preston!” Lorenzo’s voice cracked with alarm. The wolves of the Dark Spike Pack flinched back, their expressions morphing from terror to horror as they saw blood splatter across the fractured container. Their alpha’s knuckles were tom

open to the bone.

“Your hand!” Lorenzo’s voice trembled with panic. Nothing can happen to Preston, he thought frantically. If he falls, we’re

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“Alpha Preston, please–stop! You’re hurting yourself!”

Preston didn’t even look at him. “Back off!” he snarled, his voice guttural with rage. He shoved Lorenzo away his fist again, ignoring the searing pain radiating up his forearm.

and swung

Titus and his werewolves screamed as the water knocked them off their feet. Their bodies slammed into furniture, skidded across the slick marble floor, and finally scrambled to clutch onto the sofa for stability, gasping, coughing, spitting water

from their mouths.

“Help me!” she whimpered, voice thin and desperate. But no one so much as glanced her way.

The flood thundered out of the blown–open doorway, racing down the corridor like a freed river.

Georgia’s limp body drifted with the current, her soaked hair spreading out like seaweed around her pale face. Her arms floated loosely at her sides, fingers curled in lifeless tension.

Blood oozed steadily from his knuckles, the flesh tom and mangled, but he ignored it. His rapid healing was already knitting the worst of the damage closed, but pain still burned deep in his bones.

He had never been reduced to such a wretched state. Even after Giselle’s death, he had carried his grief like a silent king. his posture regal, his expression cold. He had remained untouchable, But now, kneeling in soaking water with torn clothes and bloody hands, he looked like any other broken werewolf–wild, desperate, feral with love and terror.

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