Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 89: Ambush

"Cut!"

The director’s voice rang through the set, snapping Charlotte out of the gut-wrenching emotions she had just poured into the scene.

She had been screaming at her so-called ex-husband moments ago, her body shaking with desperation, but now she forced herself to take a deep breath and step back.

Her mind was still tangled in the intensity of it all, her nerves on edge as if she truly believed she was in danger and that someone had really stolen her child.

She blinked rapidly, grounding herself back into reality.

Around her, the crew remained respectfully quiet, giving her space. They all knew that when an actor fully immersed themselves in a role, it took a moment to return to normal.

Charlotte wiped the wet streaks from her cheeks and took deep breaths several times. The weight in her chest eased slightly, and as she finally looked up, a soft, warm smile replaced the distress on her face.

"Great job today, Ethan," she said.

Ethan, who had been watching her with wide eyes, let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He was still stunned by how effortlessly she had switched from overwhelming grief to casual conversation.

"No," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "You were incredible, Charlotte." He let out an awkward chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "I have to admit ... for a second, I was actually convinced I kidnapped your daughter."

Charlotte laughed, finally feeling the tension leave her shoulders. "That means we did our job well, right?"

Ethan huffed, still looking at her like she had just performed some kind of magic. "Yeah ... but remind me to never get on your bad side."

Because honestly, her shouts alone were enough to make him shiver in fear.

For some reason, it felt like Charlotte wasn’t just an ordinary human, like she could kill him with ease if he had truly done something terrible to her.

But ... how could that be?

She looked so sweet and harmless.

"Alright, everyone! Take a quick break before we move on to the next scene!" the director called out.

Charlotte let out a small sigh of relief, rolling her shoulders as she tried to shake off the tension.

Isolde handed her a bottle of water. "You good?"

Charlotte nodded, taking a sip. "Yeah. Just... that scene took a lot out of me."

Isolde smiled. "Well, I’m not surprised. You had half the crew holding their breath." She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "I swear, Ethan looked like he was about to run from you."

Charlotte chuckled, shaking her head. "Poor guy."

If he had known that Charlotte wasn’t human, he probably would have fainted on the spot.

Luckily for him, though she was a werewolf, she couldn’t shift into a wolf, so there was nothing for him to be afraid of.

Charlotte took a sip of water before handing the bottle to Isolde. "Have you heard anything from Diana or Louis?"

Isolde accepted the bottle, shaking her head. "They’re still searching through the forest, but I have a feeling they’re on the right track now."

Charlotte sighed. "That’s great. I really hope all of these problems can be resolved as soon as possible."

Charlotte hesitated for a moment before asking, "What about Damon? Will he come here today?"

Isolde shook her head. "I don’t think so. Mr. Sullivan is still tied up with work. There’s a lot he has to handle, so he’ll probably be home late tonight."

Charlotte sighed, nodding in understanding. She had figured as much, but a small part of her had still hoped he would come to the set today.

"I see," she murmured, glancing at her phone as if expecting a message from him.

Isolde looked at her for a moment before offering a reassuring smile. "You know how he is. If there was even the slightest excuse for him to rush home to you, he would."

Charlotte chuckled softly. "Yeah, I know."

She was the one who told Damon that he didn’t need to worry about her, so Charlotte had no excuse to ask him to come and see her.

Besides, they would see each other tonight anyway, so she could just wait for him at home.

Charlotte stayed on set until late into the evening, fully immersing herself in the shoot. By the time filming wrapped up, exhaustion had settled into her bones, but she was relieved that the day had gone smoothly.

Charlotte sat in the backseat of the car, resting her head against the window as the city lights blurred past. Isolde sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, while the chauffeur drove in silence.

After an exhausting day of filming, the gentle hum of the car made the ride home feel almost peaceful.

Almost.

For some reason, Charlotte felt something was off.

Charlotte couldn’t quite understand it, but an uneasy feeling settled in her chest.

Maybe it was just the fatigue, or maybe it was because Damon wasn’t there to pick her up like usual. Either way, she pushed the thought aside, convincing herself that she was overthinking things.

"Do you want to stop for anything on the way back?" Isolde asked, glancing up from her phone.

Charlotte shook her head. "No, I just want to get home."

Isolde nodded and leaned back, letting the silence return.

The streets were quiet, the roads mostly empty late at night. The chauffeur kept his focus straight ahead, driving smoothly through the dimly lit streets.

And then—

Out of nowhere, something massive slammed into the side of the car.

The entire vehicle lurched violently, tires screeching as the driver fought to maintain control. Charlotte let out a sharp gasp, instinctively gripping the seat as her body jerked from the force of the impact.

"What the hell?!" Isolde snapped, already reaching for the door handle, her instincts on high alert.

As the car came to a complete stop, Charlotte lifted her head, her breath hitching as she looked at what stood in front of them.

A massive wolf.

Its hulking figure loomed just beyond the shattered side mirror, its glowing yellow eyes locked onto the vehicle like a predator stalking its prey. It crouched low, claws scraping against the asphalt, the sound grating against Charlotte’s ears.

A deep, guttural snarl rumbled from its throat, sending a shiver down her spine.

Isolde didn’t hesitate. She pulled a walkie-talkie from her pocket, her voice sharp and urgent as she issued the warning. "Code red! Code red! A rogue werewolf is attacking us!"

No.

It wasn’t just one rogue werewolf.

From the darkness of the road, more figures began to emerge.

There were at least ten of them.

Isolde’s grip on the radio tightened. Her voice remained calm, but the urgency in her tone was undeniable.

"Drive. Now." She shot a glare at the chauffeur. "Get Luna out of here. The Crimson Moon pack will handle this."

The chauffeur gripped the steering wheel, but he didn’t move.

"Now!" Isolde barked, her body tense, ready to fight if needed.

Outside, the rogue werewolves crept closer, their snarls growing louder, their glowing eyes locking onto the car like they were closing in on prey.

The chauffeur turned his head slightly, meeting Charlotte’s gaze through the rearview mirror. His expression remained eerily calm. "I’m afraid I can’t do that, Miss," he said smoothly.

Before either of them could react, a click echoed through the car.

A hidden panel between the backseat and the trunk silently slid open, revealing a narrow passage leading into the trunk. Then, from the darkness inside, a gun suddenly emerged, aiming straight at Isolde.

BANG!

The gunshot shattered the silence, deafening in the confined space.

Charlotte jolted in shock as warm blood splattered onto her face. Her breath hitched, her entire body going rigid as she turned to Isolde.

A silver bullet had struck her directly in the chest.

"Run, Char ..." Isolde’s voice was barely a whisper.

Before she could finish her sentence, her body slumped to the side. Her eyes remained open, but her breathing was faint, so faint that Charlotte could barely hear it.

Charlotte’s mind spun.

What just happened?!

Her heartbeat roared in her ears as she scanned the car, her vision blurred by fear.

Move. She had to move.

Slowly, her trembling fingers reached behind her, fumbling for the door handle. She tried to pull it open, but it was locked.

Panic surged through her veins. She reached for the lock, but before she could flick it open the gun shifted its aim.

This time, it was pointing directly at her.

The chauffeur’s voice was cold. "If you move, then you and your baby will end up just like your foolish assistant."

Charlotte froze. Instinctively, her hands moved to her stomach, as if trying to shield her baby with her body. But she knew that if she died here, her baby wouldn’t survive either.

In the distance, she could hear the howls of wolves echoing through the night.

A group of six werewolves from the Crimson Moon pack rushed toward the rogue werewolves, fighting them in a brutal clash.

The rogue werewolves fought wildly, their attacks relentless and feral, making it difficult for the Crimson Moon wolves to hold them back.

And then, more of them appeared.

Within moments, the Crimson Moon wolves were outnumbered.

Charlotte’s heart pounded. Then, without warning, the car engine rumbled back to life.

Before she could react, a sharp sting suddenly pricked her hand. She gasped, her gaze moving downward and she saw a tranquilizer dart. She held her breath as she stared at the needle embedded in her skin.

The chauffeur let out a low chuckle. "You should sit still, Miss Charlotte," he murmured. "We have somewhere else to be."