Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 59: Something Odd

Damon was about to take Charlotte home when his phone rang. It was Diana. Her voice came fast and urgent. "We’ve captured the dog. But you need to get here now."

Damon frowned. "I’ll come after I take Charlotte home."

"There’s no time. Just bring her with you." Her tone left no room for argument. "If you don’t come now, you might not get another chance to see this dog alive."

His grip on the phone tightened. What the hell did that mean? Diana wouldn’t kill the rogue werewolf because Damon had warned her not to act carelessly again.

Which meant ... something was wrong.

Damon exhaled slowly, forcing himself to think. His gaze flickered to Charlotte. She looked tired, her body slightly curled into the seat, her lashes fluttering as if she was barely keeping herself awake.

He should take her home. That was the right thing to do.

But if he called Theodore, it would take time for him to get here. And leaving Charlotte alone at night—especially with rogue werewolves still lurking around Northbridge—wasn’t an option.

"What’s wrong?" Charlotte’s soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Did Diana lose the rogue werewolf?"

Damon shook his head. "No, she caught it. But she wants me there immediately."

Charlotte hesitated, then offered, "I can take a taxi home—"

"No." The word came sharp and final before he could stop himself. Damon exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Absolutely not."

A brief silence stretched between them before he finally said, "If you don’t mind... would you come with me instead? I promise it won’t be anything gruesome, nothing unbearable to see, but—"

His voice trailed off. He hated asking this of her, but at the same time, he hated the thought of her being alone even more.

"Okay." Charlotte answered without hesitation, quickly fastening her seatbelt. "Let’s go together."

For months, she had been the Luna of the Crimson Moon Pack, but Damon had never involved her in pack matters—either internal or external. No strategy meetings, no decision-making, nothing. It left her feeling... useless.

So when this opportunity arose, when she finally had the chance to witness what the pack was dealing with firsthand, she wasn’t about to pass it up.

And really, how bad could it be? Even if the place was filled with horrifying equipment, even if it was some kind of torture chamber, Damon would never let anything happen to her. Right?

Damon gave her a long look. "Are you sure? You’ve had a long day. You might get exhausted."

Charlotte shook her head, determination flashing in her eyes. "I’ll be fine!"

Seeing that she wasn’t going to change her mind, Damon let out a quiet sigh and started the engine, steering them toward the pack’s other base—a place they used for ... questionable affairs.

Not illegal things. They weren’t selling drugs or running underground businesses. But this base was where they held rogue werewolves and interrogated those who caused trouble in their territory.

That was its official purpose.

Unofficially, some of the pack members used it as their personal party house. Damon liked to pretend he didn’t know, but in reality, he just chose to stay quiet about it. As long as they didn’t destroy anything, he let them have their fun.

As they pulled up to the property, Diana was already outside, waiting for them.

"Damon," she called out, her expression unreadable.

Charlotte barely heard her. Her gaze had locked onto the massive estate before her, brows drawing together in confusion.

This was supposed to be a holding facility ... yet it looked nothing like a prison.

The sprawling front yard was lined with lush trees, and soft garden lights illuminated the stone pathways leading to what appeared to be an extravagant villa. At the back, she could see the faint shimmer of a large swimming pool, reflecting the glow of the house’s warm lights.

Her lips parted slightly.

Was this a torture chamber ... or a five-star resort?

No wonder those werewolves loved partying in this place.

"What’s wrong?" Damon asked Diana.

Charlotte, sensing the shift in their conversation to something serious, immediately turned her attention to him.

Diana exhaled sharply. "After we captured him, he shifted back into his human form, but ... how do I put this? He looks completely unhinged—like a rogue werewolf who has completely lost control of his mind."

That was strange.

In the past, werewolves who lost their minds usually suffered from Lone Wolf Syndrome—a condition triggered by being severed from their pack. Werewolves thrived on connection, and losing their Alpha or being exiled could send them spiraling into madness.

But ... this was the modern world.

Even without a pack, they blended into human society, found jobs, made friends. Hell, most people didn’t even believe werewolves existed anymore.

That was why it didn’t make sense for them to still suffer from Lone Wolf Syndrome.

Even Charlotte, who had been separated from werewolf society for a long time, had managed to live among humans and make friends—at least before Julian locked her away.

There were also other possible causes, such as curses or black magic. However, even if a werewolf no longer had a pack, they could still seek protection from The Nocturnal Order—as long as they hadn’t harmed anyone.

In other words, any issue that could drive a werewolf to madness should be easily solvable in this modern era.

Which was why it was deeply unsettling that so many rogue werewolves had been attacking in Northbridge lately.

Damon’s jaw tightened as he processed the information. Something wasn’t adding up.

"This isn’t normal," he muttered. "Rogues don’t just lose their minds like this—at least, not without a reason."

Diana crossed her arms. "Exactly. And that’s why you need to see him for yourself."

Without another word, she turned and led them inside.

Charlotte followed closely behind, her heart pounding. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but the moment they stepped into the dimly lit room, a wave of unease crawled up her spine.

The rogue werewolf sat in the middle of the room, his hands chained to the chair, his body covered in deep claw marks—some fresh, others old and barely healed. His head was tilted downward, strands of matted hair covering most of his face.

"He kept fighting back, so... we didn’t have much choice but to rough him up a little," Diana admitted, her eyes flicking toward the rogue werewolf’s injuries.

Damon gave a slight nod before turning to Charlotte. "You can wait outside."

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After everything she’d just heard, there was no way she was walking away now. Her curiosity was piqued, and more than that, something about this felt off.

"I’m fine," Charlotte said firmly before Damon could argue. Then, she turned her attention back to the rogue. "Why is he healing so slowly?"

It had been over an hour since Damon broke his arm, yet the injury still looked gruesome—bones jutting out at odd angles, wounds barely scabbing over.

Even she, a wolfless werewolf, had healed faster than this. No matter how brutal Julian’s beatings had been, her body had always started mending itself within an hour.

So how was it possible that a werewolf, who could shift, was healing at a snail’s pace?

"That’s exactly what I don’t understand!" Diana said, her frustration evident. "He barely even seems like a werewolf anymore—more like a wild animal! How the hell does a werewolf lose their healing ability?"

"G-give me... green...."

The rogue werewolf’s voice was barely a whisper, his words slurred and fragmented. His breath came in ragged gasps, his entire body trembling with something far beyond pain—desperation.

Diana’s brows furrowed. "What green?"

She took a cautious step closer, tilting her head to catch his words better. The moment she leaned in, his body jerked violently. His teeth snapped toward her, a feral attempt to bite—his eyes wild and unfocused, like a beast driven purely by instinct.

"Shit!" Diana barely managed to pull back in time. Her hand curled into a fist, her patience finally snapping. "You wanna play like that, huh?"

She lifted her arm, fully prepared to knock him unconscious.

But before she could follow through, Damon’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

"You’ll kill him if you hit him again."

His tone was calm but laced with authority, stopping Diana in her tracks. She clicked her tongue in frustration but lowered her hand.

Charlotte, who had been watching in tense silence, couldn’t shake the unease creeping up her spine. The rogue werewolf wasn’t just violent—he was suffering. And whatever had done this to him ... it was something unnatural.

"Maybe he’s asking for something that could heal him," Charlotte speculated, her voice uncertain but thoughtful. "I mean... it doesn’t make sense for a werewolf to lose their healing ability. So maybe this ’green’ thing is something that could restore it?"

She trailed off as both Damon and Diana turned their attention to her, their gazes sharp with curiosity. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, she bit her lower lip.

"Never mind," she muttered, shaking her head. "I’m probably just overthinking it."