Page 99 of My Only Luna

“You’re delusional. Maybe you should have asked your precious witch about the outcome of today.” My voice is cold too.

“She told me about your ability. I bet your mother knew and wanted to use you for her own gain!” he spits.

Does he really think everyone has incentives?

“My mother protected me from YOU! She left so we could have a life that you tried to destroy! And guess what? You couldn’t destroy us. We survived!” I shout, my eyes blazing silver. He launches himself to his feet and rushes towards me, but I’m ready, knocking him to the side with all my force, my aura swirling around me.

His body falls to the ground and I walk over to him, Elijah, like a shadow of death trails behind me. He keeps his distance,respecting that this is my fight, yet ready to come to my aid if I need it.

“Look at you, so delusional that you think you’re worth something. You are just trash, like your mother and your pathetic little sister! You were part of my pack. I had every right to dictate your future, be it my toy or my slave!”

“I was not yours to control or to abuse! You enjoyed torturing me when you should have been my protector! You were supposed to be my father! If I could ask the Goddess why she blessed you with children, I would!” I growl, my voice shaking. “But it’s over. You’ve abused this pack for far too long. I’m here now and I will make up for that.”

Zidane chuckles coldly, but when he speaks, his voice is cold and cynical. “You won’t kill me. You don’t have it in you.”

“Oh, you really do underestimate me. I dream of killing you,” I spit.

“By killing me, it would just show that you are no different than I am. That you are my shadow!” Before I can even throw my rage back at him, he darts towards me, but I am ready.

My eyes flash as I catch him by his throat just as he raises his hand, his claws out – he is ready to plunge it into my chest, but I knock it aside and tighten my hold on his wounded neck.

For the first time, I see pain on his face and it feels good.

I slam him into the ground with everything I have, and raising my foot, bring it down into his ribcage, the sickening, yet satisfying, crunch of bones breaking as he groans in agony makes me drive my foot in harder.

But at that moment, as I gaze down at the monster who has tormented me all my life, as he lies bloody beneath me, I realise I won’t be able to torture him how I want to because that’s not me.I’m not him.

I crouch down, twisting my hand into his blond hair and wrench his head back, just as he had done to me a thousand times.

“I am nothing like you, because if I was I would torture you slowly and relish in it.” I shake my head. “But I’m better than you… and I don’t want to waste a minute more than I need to with you. No matter what you did, you will die knowing that you could never win over me because I am the alpha you never were.”

He tries to reach for me, but I grip his hand with my free hand and break it. He snarls in rage as he struggles to get up, but with broken ribs and his neck bleeding profusely, he doesn’t have long.

“How weak… look at you, just lying here pitifully,” I murmur as I drop his pathetic broken wrist. “I will never forgive you for what you did to us, what you put us through.”

With those words leaving my lips, I plunge my hand into his chest, wrap it around his heart and squeeze it. He hisses in agony, his eyes flickering between his own and his wolf’s as he gargles up blood.

“Fuck you,” he spits, gripping my wrist. But for the first time in our lives, the tables have turned. The little child is now the one in control. She’s the Alpha.

I simply offer him a cold smile of victory.

“How does it feel? Being on the receiving side?” I ask softly, twisting my hand in his chest. He hisses in pain but there is not an ounce of remorse on his face.

He opens his mouth to speak but nothing but gargled blood comes from it.

“May Selene send you to the pits of hell where you’ll burn until the end of time,” I murmur venomously, glaring into green eyes that mirror mine in colour for the last time. My words hold resentment as I pray for him to suffer for everything he has done. “May you never rest in peace, fucker.”

With those words, I rip my hand out of his chest, tearing his heart along with it and instantly drop the lifeless organ to the ground. I’m surprised it’s not black.

Zidane’s head drops to the ground, his blank eyes staring upwards, empty and hollow.

He’s dead.

The monster who haunted my nightmares is no more. It’s finally over.

We did it.

I did it.

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