Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

(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.

empty. My footsteps echoed softly as I climbed to the third floor, the oil barrel growing heavier with

of manipulation and scheming had led to this moment of pure, brutal

I broke into Olivia's Maple Grove Cottage. The

mental state, I opened the oil barrel. The

was so strong it overpowered even my weakened werewolf senses.

through the discomfort, driven by my need for

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

room completely, I moved toward the bedrooms. I poured the remaining gasoline at the

Evelyn slept. Olivia's room where

the entrance, I pulled out a lighter. My face twisted

retreated so deeply that my human madness now had complete control. There was no animal instinct left

the lit lighter toward the master bedroom where

raced across the floor with supernatural speed,

the cottage door behind me. Then I poured the last of the fuel on the

panicked

inside. She

mother, her

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with terror and

smoke began to fill the cottage. The sound of her suffering brought

turning Ethan against me with her