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.

footsteps echoed softly as I climbed to the third

and scheming had led to

Grove Cottage. The lock was simple enough to pick with the tools I had

the oil

overpowered even my

the discomfort, driven by my

of the living room. The liquid spread quickly, soaking into the grain of the

bedrooms. I poured the remaining

where Evelyn slept. Olivia's room where she

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

had

I cursed as I threw the

floor with supernatural speed,

the last of the

panicked

inside. She

for her mother,

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terror and

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

she deserved for destroying my life. For turning Ethan against me with her pathetic grief over