The Abused Luna's Comeback

225 Confrontation 2

[Mona’s P.O.V.]

I put all my energy into activating the ability, and soon, scenes started to play like a movie. It was all about Nicholas.

I knew he couldn’t attack me when I used this skill because he was trapped in those illusions too. I just had to wait for it to be over before giving him a fatal blow.

I saw dirty, angry things from ancient times – about vampires, humans, witches, elves, and orcs. And just as I had thought, Nicholas didn’t help Cain who was dying after Alonso’s attack.

Nicholas had chosen to kill Cain to become the new king. This terrible truth was kept secret until today.

A few more scenes flashed by until one appeared that froze my blood.

It was one that featured a woman.

She was lying on the floor of a room. Her face was blue, her long blond hair was disheveled, and her eyes were empty.

Another man knelt beside her. I couldn’t make out who he was because he was only a shadow. But his cries sounded terrible and painful.

Nicholas, on the other hand, watched from outside the room, strangely calm, but I could feel the immense joy that swelled from his heart. I didn’t know why.

I no longer had the heart to look at the scene as it made me feel like countless daggers were stabbing into my internal organs.

I felt my entire body tremble as the violent expansion of my emotions felt as though they were going to burst my body.

Although her hair was messy and her face was haggard, I recognized the woman immediately.

That was the wife of the late Alpha Austin of Southern Wilderness Pack, his Luna.

Nancy Jeffrey Garner.

My mother.

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[Nicholas’s P.O.V.]

I was starting to realize how all of this had happened.

That dark witch Annabel had given me the photo of the bait, betraying me and taking sides with the werewolves.

The Hellfire that I saw appear at Sunset Pack’s castle wasn’t from this stupid woman named Emily, but this young werewolf with light brown eyes.

She must have been hiding somewhere in the castle, pretending to be an innocent hostage to be brought here by my men.

She was the lover of Sunset Packs Alpha and had a son with an ex. It was strange enough that the Alpha of Sunset Pack accepted her. Nick had reported about her to me, but I had completely ignored it. It was a diversion.

What I didn’t understand was why this woman came to me on her own accord when her pack had been doing everything they could to keep me from her?

In any case, she had threatened to kill me, which is like hitting an egg against a stone. I had never been afraid or defeated by a Werewolf of Chaos. From the moment she tried to kill me by stabbing me through the heart with a branch, I knew that she would not be able to take me down. Though I admitted, she was a powerful she-wolf.

I struck her with my strength and missed slightly as she was simply thrown into the wall.

The strength she released back at me, on the other hand, had thrown me to the ceiling. I quickly adjusted my posture to prevent myself from falling face down to the ground.

This confrontation of strength made both of us a little embarrassed. At this time, one of my subordinates flashed into my room. When he saw what happened here, he looked quite horrified.

“Lord Nicholas! Our team was attacked by a pack of wolves outside the castle! There are many of them!”

“D*mn it, find Frankie right now! Now!”

But by the time I was done speaking, the Werewolf of Chaos simply waved her hand to decapitate my subordinate. He immediately turned to ashes before me.

Why? Why would there suddenly be a pack of wolves? My castle was very well hidden. Could it be that we were deliberately led to capture the hostages? Were the she-wolves we caught somehow communicating their current location with their pack?

I didn’t know where Frankie was at such a critical moment and I was a little angry, but I didn’t have time to think. I couldn’t undo what I had done. I had to subdue the mother Werewolf of Chaos in front of me as soon as possible and take her away.

Just as I activated my powers again, I suddenly felt like I was trapped by something. I couldn’t describe what kind of power it was. I just felt like I was being forced to travel through a timeline. Some images of the despair and anger I had experienced began to appear.

I wanted to get rid of these images in my head, but I found that I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even move my hands or feet. I could only watch them play in front of my eyes like I was strapped into a chair at a movie theater. I felt like my brain was about to explode.