Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 400

(Victoria's POV)

As night fell, I took advantage of the darkness to drive the car I had borrowed from the male staff member at Moonstone Psychiatric Facility. The vehicle reeked of cigarettes and cheap cologne, but it would serve my purpose.

I parked opposite the cottage complex where Olivia Winters lived. Through the grimy windshield, I watched maliciously as she and her mother Evelyn went upstairs to their third-floor unit.

My broken wolf stirred with savage anticipation as I waited. The damaged creature within me had retreated so far into my consciousness that only my human madness remained in control.

One hour passed. I needed to ensure they were both asleep before I made my move.

The residential district was quiet now. Most of the pack members had settled in for the night, unaware of the hell I was about to unleash.

I retrieved the heavy oil barrel from the trunk. The gasoline sloshed inside as I carried it toward the building entrance.

My damaged mind focused solely on one goal - dragging that pathetic Luna into hell with me. If I was destined for eternal suffering, she would join me in the abyss.

The security at Maple Grove was minimal. These wolves felt safe in their territory, protected by their Alpha King's power.

They had no idea that their greatest threat was already among them.

I slipped through the building's entrance using the key I had stolen from a maintenance worker earlier. My fractured mental state had made me cunning in ways I'd never been before.

The stairwell was empty. My footsteps echoed softly as I climbed to the third floor, the oil barrel growing heavier with each step.

But my rage gave me strength. Years of manipulation and scheming had led to this moment of pure, brutal revenge.

In the dead of night, I broke into Olivia's Maple Grove Cottage. The lock was simple enough to pick with the tools I had acquired.

With careful movements that belied my fractured mental state, I opened the oil barrel. The pungent smell of gasoline immediately filled the air.

The scent was so strong it overpowered even my weakened werewolf senses. But I pushed through the discomfort, driven by my need for vengeance.

I poured the gasoline across the wooden floor of the living room. The liquid spread quickly, soaking into the grain of the wood.

After dousing the living room completely, I moved toward the bedrooms. I poured the remaining gasoline at the doorways of both rooms.

The master bedroom where Evelyn slept. Olivia's room where she lay peacefully, unaware of her approaching doom.

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