Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 58: Charlotte is Afraid

Damon clicked his tongue when he realized he was still surrounded by humans. Some pointed their cameras at him, while others couldn’t take their eyes off him.

If he went all out against the rogue werewolf, the council would no doubt lecture him for exposing his true power in front of humans. The last thing he needed was another tedious reprimand.

Exhaling sharply, he forced himself to hold back, pretending to struggle against the rogue werewolf—or what the humans probably saw as nothing more than a massive wild wolf.

The rogue werewolf lunged at him, claws slashing through the air in a desperate attempt to wound him.

Damon barely flinched, effortlessly dodging the attack. But before he could retaliate, the beast let out a guttural growl and bolted into the darkness, disappearing into the maze of the city streets.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Some gasped in awe, while others hurriedly checked their cameras, making sure they had captured the scene. Damon exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the tension.

"Did you see that?" someone whispered.

"What was that thing? A wolf? But it was huge!" another voice chimed in.

Damon paid no attention to the murmuring crowd. Pulling out his phone, he swiftly dialed Diana. There was no need for pleasantries.

"I broke a rogue werewolf’s leg. Send every werewolf nearby to track it down," he ordered, his voice calm but firm.

Before ending the call, he reminded his sister, "Don’t let it escape again."

Damon had barely slipped his phone back into his pocket when Charlotte suddenly rushed toward him. Without a second thought, she pulled up the hood of her coat, using it—and her cascading hair—to shield her face from the cameras.

But the flashing lights and curious gazes meant nothing to her. Her full attention was on Damon.

Her eyes, wide with worry, searched his face as she whispered, "Are you okay? Did it hurt you? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

She didn’t even understand why, but her eyes stung at the mere thought of Damon being injured. The sadness on her face was so raw, so unfiltered, that it sent a sharp pang through Damon’s heart.

"I’m fine. Not a scratch on me."

Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, his hand warm and reassuring as it rubbed slow circles on her back.

"Don’t look so sad," he murmured, his voice softer now. "I’m really fine."

Charlotte parted her lips to speak, but before she could get a word out, a group of police officers rushed toward them. One of them was helping a wounded colleague, who was still on the ground, clutching his injured shoulder.

"Sir, are you alright?!" one of the officers asked urgently, his eyes scanning Damon for any sign of injury. "The medics will be here in five minutes. Please stay put, sir!"

Damon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I’m fine. I don’t need to—"

"Sir, with all due respect, you need to listen and let the medics check you first," the officer interrupted, his tone firm but professional.

Damon exhaled slowly. He knew the guy was just doing his job. It was standard procedure.

And, of course, they’d want his statement about the chaos that had just unfolded.

"Alright," he muttered, giving in.

Even though there wasn’t a single scratch on him, the medics still insisted on a full check-up, shining a flashlight in his eyes, checking his pulse, and running their hands over his arms for hidden injuries.

One of them raised a brow. "Sir, I heard you just fought off a massive wild wolf, but somehow, you’re standing here without so much as a bruise?" He smirked slightly but couldn’t quite hide the curiosity in his voice. "What are you, a wolf whisperer or something?"

Damon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Guess I just got lucky... and maybe a little stronger than I look."

The medic chuckled and shook his head, clearly not convinced but deciding not to press further.

"Well, lucky or not, you should still get checked at the hospital," he advised while packing up his medical kit. "Adrenaline can make you overlook injuries."

Damon gave a polite nod, but they both knew he had no intention of going to the hospital. He had more pressing matters to deal with—like the rogue werewolf still out there.

As the medics finished their check-up, they left him alone, waiting for the senior officer to bombard him with questions.

He exhaled quietly, already bracing himself for the tedious process, but before he could dwell on it, his gaze softened as it landed on Charlotte.

"Sweetheart, I know you’re exhausted." His fingers brushed gently against her cheek, his touch lingering as if trying to soothe her. "I’ll call Theodore to pick you up. This is going to take a while, and I don’t want you waiting around for me."

Charlotte shook her head and tightened her grip on his hand. Half of her face was hidden behind a mask, making it difficult for anyone to recognize her. And thanks to her old makeup, no one seemed to realize who she was.

"I’ll stay with you," she said firmly. "Then we can go home together."

There was no room for argument in her tone, no hesitation in her gaze.

She didn’t fully understand why, but ever since Damon had marked her, something inside her had shifted. People were right that being bonded to an Alpha would make her more needy, more instinctively drawn to him—an unspoken pull that made it hard to be apart.

She had felt it for months, suppressing the urge to cling to him, to stay close, because she didn’t want to be a distraction or interfere with his work.

She had convinced herself that she could handle it, that she could keep that need buried beneath logic and restraint.

That feeling only grew stronger after Damon confessed his feelings to her, and it became even more overwhelming as she watched him fight—seeing him come so close to getting hurt shattered something inside her.

She couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The only thing she wanted now was to stay by his side, even if she knew that, in a real fight, she’d be nothing more than a burden.

Charlotte clutched Damon’s sleeve a little tighter, her fingers curling into the fabric as if that alone could keep him close. But before she could say anything, a firm voice cut through the air.

"Mr. Sullivan, we need to ask you a few questions."

The senior officer had finally made his way over, his sharp eyes scanning Damon, taking in every detail like he was trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t quite fit.

Damon sighed, his touch lingering on Charlotte’s hand for just a second before he turned to face the officer. "Of course. What do you need to know?"

The officer flipped open his notepad. "Our officer said the creature attacked without warning. Can you describe it in more detail? Its size? Behavior?"

Damon tilted his head slightly, as if replaying the memory in his mind. "It was big. Bigger than any wolf I’ve seen before. Fast, aggressive ... definitely not normal."

The officer’s frown deepened. "You’re saying it was a wolf, then?"

Damon met his gaze evenly. "That’s what it looked like."

A perfectly crafted answer—just vague enough to be believable, but not enough to give anything away.

The officer studied him for a long moment before putting something down. "And how did you fight it off?"

Damon let out a small, almost amused breath. "Instinct," he said simply. "It almost ate the officer alive, so I decided to help. Got a lucky hit in, and it ran."

The officer’s eyes narrowed slightly. "A lucky hit?"

Damon’s lips curved just slightly, not quite a smile, but close. "Like I said, I got lucky."

The officer didn’t look convinced, but without any solid reason to question him further, he had no choice but to let it go. With a reluctant sigh, he closed his notepad.

At that moment, Damon was certain the officer had started to wonder if the rumors about werewolves were true.

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Damon nodded once. "Of course."

As the officer turned to leave, Damon turned back to Charlotte. She was still standing close, her hands curled into fists at her sides like she was holding something back.

"Well, that didn’t take too long." Damon smiled at her. "Let’s go home."

Charlotte hesitated before whispering, "Are you going to track down that wolf after this?"

Damon paused for a moment, then gently ran his fingers through her hair. "Don’t worry about that." He met her gaze, his voice steady. "You saw me fight, didn’t you? I’m stronger than any wolf. A rogue werewolf isn’t enough to hurt me."

Charlotte knew that, she really did. But this was the first time she had ever seen a rogue werewolf lose control like that—wild, relentless, completely unhinged.

She didn’t want to admit it, not even to herself, but deep down ... she was scared.

What if one day, a rogue werewolf came after her—out of nowhere—when she was all alone? The thought sent a chill down her spine.

As if he could read her mind, Damon gently reassured her. "Hey, Charlotte. You don’t have to be afraid."

Charlotte looked up at him, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her sleeves. "How can I not be?" she whispered.

Damon exhaled softly, his gaze never leaving hers. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before resting his palm gently against her cheek. "Because I won’t let anything happen to you."