Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 148: When the Past Finally Catches Up

Elder Alderic personally escorted Ronan and his pack back to Northbridge’s port. When they arrived, dozens of hunters from the Nocturnal Order were already waiting.

Since Ronan had broken the laws of both the human world and the supernatural world, Elder Alderic planned to work together with the human government to decide Ronan’s punishment.

"Don’t worry," Elder Alderic said to Damon and Charlotte, his voice calm and firm. "After this, he won’t be able to see the light again. His punishment might even last longer than his lifespan as a werewolf."

Charlotte’s eyes shifted toward Ronan, who was being shoved forward by several hunters. He looked annoyed. His hands were locked with special cuffs, ones made to weaken the strength of supernatural beings.

However, somehow Ronan didn’t look sad at all when he saw Julian’s head separated from his body.

If anything, Ronan looked more angry and disappointed rather than sad. At that moment, Charlotte was certain that he had never truly valued his family that much, not even his son, whom he had always been so proud of.

In the end, Julian had only been his father’s pawn, and once he was no longer useful, Ronan stopped caring completely.

"That man is seriously sick in the head," Elder Alderic muttered.

Damon’s jaw tightened. "Only a madman could do so many cruel experiments and still feel no guilt."

He then reached out his hand to the Elder. "Thank you for coming to us."

Elder Alderic shook his hand firmly. "No. I’m the one who should thank you. Without you, I might never have been able to track Ronan and his pack."

"And I can see it now," he said. "You’ve finally awakened your wolf, Luna Charlotte." He smiled. "Congratulations."

Charlotte gave a small smile back. "Thank you, Elder... I honestly didn’t expect it."

"Sometimes, good things come when we least expect them," Alderic replied gently. "You only need to focus on the good things that come into your life. That’s all."

Then his expression turned colder. "Alright. I have to go now," he said. "There’s still so much I need to do to make sure that bastard gets the harshest punishment possible."

He paused and added, "I know you two are still shaken. Tomorrow, you can come to the Nocturnal Order office to give your statements." His voice softened again. "I hope your lives will be calmer after this."

After saying goodbye, Elder Alderic left them. Meanwhile, Damon and Charlotte went to the inn Louis had rented.

On the way there, Carmen also surprisingly came to the port and immediately walked over to Mona. They hugged each other and even cried together, as if they had almost believed they would never see each other again.

Charlotte watched them from afar, feeling a bit strange about why two women who shared the same husband could grow so close instead of becoming enemies.

According to Damon, they had grown even closer after his father died. Charlotte didn’t want to assume anything, but usually... that kind of bond could only form when people went through a terrible situation together.

People called it a victim bond.

Yes, Charlotte understood. Both Mona and Carmen had suffered under Samuel’s cruelty—Damon’s father—but it still felt like there was something deeper between them. Something that made their bond stronger than just shared pain.

Maybe...

Maybe they were both carrying the same guilt because Ronan’s father didn’t die naturally, and it seemed like the truth was connected to them.

Damon once mentioned that his mothers were the ones who took care of Samuel’s grave and handled the investigation into his death. They always told Damon the same thing: He only needed to focus on leading the pack, and Samuel’s case? They would take care of it.

Since Damon had so many responsibilities—his work, the pack, and everything else—he never questioned them, and he trusted them completely.

But now that the past had finally caught up to Mona, Damon couldn’t ignore it anymore.

"The Elder actually told me something a while ago," Damon suddenly spoke beside her, startling Charlotte. "It’s about my late father."

She turned to him and asked, "What is it?"

His eyes shifted toward his mothers as he said, "The rogues who killed my father seem to also have ties to the Silverfang Pack, so... I think Arnold Warren was the one who killed my father."

Charlotte didn’t say anything for a moment before finally replying, "I see..."

She added, "I guess Arnold’s death wasn’t natural after all."

There was a high possibility that the Lunas of the Crimson Moon Pack—Mona and Carmen—had betrayed their own Alpha by asking the Silverfang Alpha to kill their husband.

They might have promised Arnold something, like letting him take over the Crimson Moon Pack, but Mona decided to kill Arnold as well by drugging his drink with poison.

That way, their crime would be buried forever, and there would be no evidence pointing to them. Even Ronan seemed to know about it only through speculation.

Did Charlotte feel bad after finding out the truth? Not really.

After all, the only way to stop people with rotten hearts from committing more crimes was death.

"We’ll never know for sure," Damon said, acting like he wasn’t thinking the same thing Charlotte was. "But their deaths will bring peace to this world, so... who cares?"

He sighed. "Come on. Let’s rest."

Damon wrapped his arm around Charlotte’s waist and guided her into one of the bedrooms in the villa. After they cleaned themselves up and changed into more comfortable clothes, they finally lay down on the bed.

They stared at the ceiling in silence because, honestly... everything that happened today was too much, and too shocking.

After a while, Charlotte slowly lifted her hand. She opened her fingers a little and stared at the ring on her finger. Then she moved it gently, as if she was still trying to believe it was real.

"So, Damon..." she whispered softly. "When are we getting married?"

She turned toward him, smiling sweetly. "I can’t wait to call you my husband."