Chapter 138
Chapter 138:
Luna Vivienne’s POV
Looking at the situation unfolding, I realized it was time to leave. Staying any longer might bring bad luck, and Christian would angrily come after me this time. I had to escape before they noticed my absence.
I looked around the now-bloody room. Who would have thought that just a few minutes ago, it was a neat space, and now it had turned into a massacre with the bodies of several wolves lying on the ground, as though they had no purpose at all.
This fight wouldn’t cause a war for Christian and Mr. Mico, as almost every other alpha wanted Gotham dead. Now that he was finally gone, they would see it as an answered prayer. The death of a prominent and feared alpha would be meaningless just like that.
I glanced around. Both Sheela and her father were now lying dead on the floor. I had to escape from here and go somewhere far away until I could get back on my feet and make that miserable girl pay for everything she had done.
Letting her live in the first place was a mistake, and I would make my son realize that everything I had done for him, both in the past and present, was for his own good.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I heard Christian’s voice, making me stop in my tracks.
His claws were at my neck, trying to squeeze the life out of me.
“Do you think you can escape after everything you’ve done? You killed everyone here, Mom. Everyone in this room died because of you, and you think you can just run off like nothing happened? You must be a big-time joker p>
“If everyone in here died because of what you started, what makes you think you’ll be exempt from dying?” he asked coldly.
“You shouldn’t do this, Christian. I’m your mother. Look into my eyes—you’re about to choke your mother to death, and I know you don’t want that. Let me go,” I said fearfully.
I should have left earlier. Waiting here was a terrible idea.
“She deserves to die. She’s a murderer who takes people’s lives like a stuffed toy that can be discarded when it’s no longer useful,” Sheela’s mother said, holding onto her lifeless body.
“You shouldn’t interfere in this. Keep your suggestions to yourself,” I choked as his hands tightened even more.
“She killed a lot of people. She watched her own best friend die. She killed the man who always adored her, no matter what—the man who would do anything just to satisfy her p>
“I’m talking about your father. She killed him with my husband because he was always talking about morals and the good things people are meant to do. He wanted to raise you well, like a good son, but your mother wanted something else p>
“She wanted to rule. She killed him like an animal with no family. She’s heartless and deserves to die,” she yelled, tears streaming down her face.
“Don’t do this, Christian. Stop it,” Mr. Mico said, staring at him.
“Let her suffer for her crime. You don’t have to stain your hands with her blood. Just let her go,” he urged.
“Let her be, Christian. Doing this would make you exactly like her, and that’s exactly what she wants. Do you want to satisfy her desire and lose both me and your son in the process?” Amira said, hugging him from behind.
His grip slowly loosened around my neck before he finally let me go.
“Take her. Place her under house arrest until I decide what to do with her,” he said quietly.