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.

in a cold sneer. "A murderer like you wants to talk about pack law?"

didn't care about the law when you orchestrated Lily's death. Now that your own life is threatened, you

diary flashed through my mind-the one I'd discovered

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

you, can you

with anguish. "I want to carve out your heart and see

the silver tip piercing her skin. She gasped as pain lanced

through fabric and flesh. Blood began staining her blouse,

fear. But she dared not struggle too much, knowing it would only make the silver

I'm begging you, spare

ignored her pleas completely. This was for

the blood flow freely. When

drenched in perspiration,

eyes widened in horror as she realized this was

Vistoria desperately invoked Emma's memory. "Connor forget about us-think about Emma! She loved me so much, if she saw you torturing

on fire. "You dare use Emma as a shield

anger mounted to new heights. As I drew the blade across her skin again, Victoria

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

cries grew hoarse, but I remained unmoved. I left her suspended and bleeding,

(Victoria's POV)

and agony, a tall figure appeared in the doorway-Ethan Stone, the Alpha King. I recognized him through my tears and called

Connor's gone mad, he'll kill me...

and silently handed him a small vial of Moonlight Herb Elixir. The specially compounded medicine would rapidly restore a werewolf's

the true purpose. Connor forced

but it melted instantly. The medicine restored strength even