Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

(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.

a cold sneer. "A murderer like you wants to talk about pack law?" I spat, my eyes burning with grief and

death. Now

the hilt. The memory of Emma's digital diary flashed through my mind-the

believed obedience would earn Victoria's approval, even when it meant

I love you, can you love me too?"

voice thick with anguish. "I want to carve out your heart

blade pressed against Victoria's chest, the silver tip piercing her skin. She gasped as

through fabric and flesh. Blood began staining her blouse, spreading like

fear. But she dared not struggle too much, knowing

was wrong... please, I'm begging

pleas completely. This was for Emma.

the

was drenched in perspiration, thinking

blade again with pitiless determination. Her eyes

invoked Emma's memory. "Connor forget about us-think about

gasoline on fire. "You dare use Emma as a shield after what you

As I drew the blade across her skin again, Victoria howled in pain, her blood soaking

methodically inflicted wound after wound. Each cut was meant to make her feel

remained unmoved. I left her suspended and

(Victoria's POV)

appeared in the doorway-Ethan Stone, the Alpha King. I

save me... Connor's gone

a small vial of

horror, realizing the true purpose. Connor forced my mouth open and poured the elixir down

it out, but it melted instantly. The medicine restored