Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 388

(Connor Blackthorn's POV)

As I approached Victoria with the silver-edged blade gleaming in my hand, her fear intensified like a cornered animal. Her wrists were bound with reinforced nylon restraints, her struggles futile against my dominant werewolf strength.

Panic overtook her completely. She alternated between threats and desperate emotional appeals, hoping to manipulate whatever lingering feelings I might have from our shared past.

"Connor, don't come any closer!" she pleaded, her voice trembling with terror. "What are you planning to do to me?"

Her emerald eyes darted frantically around the abandoned warehouse, searching for any possible escape route. But there was none.

Sensing her tone was too forceful, she quickly softened it. She tried to play on my memories and loyalty like the manipulative she-wolf she'd always been.

"Connor, please, don't do anything rash—put down the silver-edged blade and let's talk this through." Her voice cracked as she tried to sound sincere. "Didn't you always say I was the only one you truly loved? Wasn't your greatest wish to have our family together?"

I watched her performance with cold detachment. My wolf snarled within me, remembering Emma's lifeless form on that hospital bed.

"I swear, if you let me go this time, we can start over," Victoria continued desperately. "I finally realize my mistakes, and I see now that you're the one who's always cared for me."

Her words were poison wrapped in honey. "The comfort and security I chased with Ethan were illusions—I only ever truly loved you. Please, Connor, I'm begging you. I'll wait for you, no matter what happens..."

Before Victoria could finish her string of empty promises, my expression turned to ice. I advanced steadily, pressing the silver-edged hunting knife directly to her chest, over her heart.

Victoria's breath caught in her throat. She abandoned all manipulation, gripped by the terror of imminent death.

She shrieked, "Connor, killing me is against pack laws... please, don't!" Her desperation was palpable, her wolf shrinking back in complete terror.

My lips curled in a cold sneer. "A murderer like you wants to talk about pack law?" I spat, my eyes burning with grief and fury that had consumed me since Emma's death.

"You didn't care about the law when you orchestrated Lily's death. Now that your own life is threatened, you suddenly understand fear?"

My grip tightened on the hilt. The memory of Emma's digital diary flashed through my mind—the one I'd discovered hidden among her belongings in the Medical Den.

Emma had only ever wanted her mother's love. She believed obedience would earn Victoria's approval, even when it meant harming others on Victoria's orders.

The memory of Emma's final words haunted me: "Mommy, I love you, can you love me too?" But Victoria had never loved her. Emma was just a tool.

"Victoria, you twisted Emma's life from the very beginning," I growled, my voice thick with anguish. "I want to carve out your heart and see if it's truly black!"

The blade pressed against Victoria's chest, the silver tip piercing her skin. She gasped as pain lanced through her, icy sweat coating her trembling body.

I drew the blade slowly, slicing through fabric and flesh. Blood began staining her blouse, spreading like crimson flowers.

Victoria screamed, her body rigid with fear. But she dared not struggle too much, knowing it would only make the silver cut deeper.

"Connor, I know I was wrong... please, I'm begging you, spare me!" she whimpered through tears and blood.

I ignored her pleas completely. This was for Emma. This was justice.

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