The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 93: Ruthless Alpha

I kept my pace brisk as I made my way back to the park, making sure to look flustered and frantic enough to draw the right kind of attention. I ducked my head slightly, trying to shield the blood on my face from any passersby who might get too nosy and slow me down before I even got into position. The setting sun painted the sky in streaks of fire and gold, making everything feel surreal like the world itself was holding its breath.

Once I reached the spot, I didn’t waste time. It was time to play my part.

I launched into what was probably the most ridiculous, over-the-top performance I’d ever put on in my life. Pacing in jerky strides, I muttered incoherent things to myself, shaking my head dramatically like I’d lost my grip on reality. Then I dropped to the ground, curling my knees up to my chest, rocking back and forth quickly like someone spiraling into madness. I let out a few strangled sobs for good measure.

The sound of distant voices and slow, cautious footsteps filtered through the air four distinct heartbeats. I didn’t even need to scent the wind to know it was them.

But they were moving too slowly, hesitating. Uncertain.

"Ohhh! I’m just so confused! So alone!" I wailed, throwing in just enough tremble in my voice to sound pitiful. Honestly, I was so emotionally detached at that moment I almost laughed at how fake it sounded.

When I stood, they paused. Just what I needed.

I went back to pacing, raking my fingers through my wild hair, and made sure the dried blood on the side of my face was in plain view.

"The pain!" I shouted, clutching my chest dramatically.

I heard them gasp and then the pace of their footsteps picked up.

Let’s see just how fast they can run when I push the right button.

"I can’t take this emptiness anymore! Life means nothing now! It’s over everything is over!" I cried, louder this time, reaching into my coat and pulling out the kitchen knife I’d tucked away. I angled it just right so the metal caught the fading sunlight and glinted ominously.

Their footsteps thundered against the ground now, panic seizing them.

Luke broke through the trees first, his face pale but determined, eyes wide with fear. He didn’t even hesitate just barreled straight toward me, his hand already reaching for the knife. He wasn’t thinking about strategy, just instinct. Pure desperation.

I braced myself. He was moving too fast to stop. His momentum would carry him right into me.

But that wasn’t how this was going to play out.

The second his fingers wrapped around the handle, I twisted, seizing his arm and using his own motion against him. I flipped him onto the ground with a satisfying thud, then stepped forward, standing over him with the knife still in hand.

He gasped, winded from the fall, blinking up at me in disbelief.

I smiled.

"Hello, Luke," I said sweetly, lacing my voice with cold amusement.

His eyes widened as the realization hit.