: The Monster’s Final Stand
: The Monster’s Final Stand
(Olivia’s POV)
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“You,” Faelan snarled, nostrils flaring as he fixed his gaze on me. “I should have known you’d be behind this chaos.”
I positioned myself between him and Ethan’s bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. The facility alarms continued to blare in the background, punctuated by distant explosions.
Faelan’s expression shifted as he studied me, his rage giving way to something far more disturbing. His eyes raked over my body, lingering in places that made my skin crawl.
“My, my,” he purred, his voice dropping to a predatory rumble. “You’re even more beautiful than your mother was. More delicate. More… fragile.”
I fought to keep my expression neutral despite the revulsion churning in my stomach.
“You could take Lyra’s place, you know,” he continued, taking a step closer. “As my personal… companion.”
“I’d rather die,” I spat.
He laughed, a cold sound devoid of humor. “That can be arranged. But not before I’ve had my
fun.”
His gaze drifted to Ethan’s unconscious form. “My son has been playing quite the game, hasn’t he? Pretending to hate you while secretly protecting his little sister.”
My eyes widened in shock. “What are you talking about?”
Without warning, Faelan drew a pistol and fired at Ethan. I screamed as the silver bullet tore into my brother’s shoulder.
“Insurance,” Faelan explained casually, tucking the gun away. “That will keep him in a nice, deep sleep while we get better acquainted.”
He stepped closer, his massive frame blocking any path to escape. “Did you know your brother was my greatest creation? The first successful heart transplant recipient. That’s why I couldn’t bring myself to kill him, despite his betrayal.”
My mind raced, processing this new information while desperately searching for a way out. “Just thinking about having you tied up,” Faelan continued, his breathing growing heavier,
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“whipping you like I did your mother… it excites me in ways you can’t imagine.”
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He reached into his pocket and withdrew a syringe filled with pink liquid. “This will make things easier for both of us. A special aphrodisiac of my own creation.”
My blood turned to ice as he advanced. “Once this thing is inside you, you’ll beg me to f**k you, you little b***h. I really want to see you suck my d**k and please me.”
I backed away until I hit the wall. “You’re a monster.”
“I’m a visionary,” he corrected, lunging forward with surprising speed.
I ducked and rolled, but he anticipated my move, grabbing my arm with crushing force. I fought with everything I had, kicking, clawing, but his Alpha strength was overwhelming.
He slammed me against the wall, pinning me with his body weight as he brought the needle toward my neck. “Stop fighting what’s inevitable.”
I struggled desperately, but he was too strong. The needle’s tip pressed against my skin, and I felt the first burning sensation as it began to pierce.
Suddenly, a low, feral growl filled the room.
Faelan froze, his head whipping around toward the source of the sound. Ethan was awake, his eyes glowing with Alpha power, his face contorted in rage.
Before Faelan could react, Ethan lunged from the bed with inhuman speed, a surgical silver scalpel clutched in his hand. The blade flashed in the dim light as it sliced through the air.
Faelan released me, staggering backward with a gurgling cry. Blood spurted from his throat where the scalpel had opened a gaping wound.
He collapsed to his knees, hands clutching futilely at his neck as his lifeblood poured between his fingers. His eyes, wide with disbelief, fixed on Ethan.
“My… son…” he choked out, his voice a wet rasp.
Ethan stood over him, trembling with rage and weakness. “You’re a demon! I am not your son. I am Lyra’s son.”
Faelan’s mouth worked silently, forming one final word as the light faded from his eyes: “Lyra…”
Then he toppled forward, his massive body hitting the floor with a dull thud.
I stood frozen for a moment, unable to process what had just happened. Then Ethan swayed dangerously, and I rushed to catch him before he fell.
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“Ethan,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face as I helped him back to the bed. “You saved me,brother…”
His eyes, so like my own, searched my face. “Little sister,” he murmured, his voice weak but filled with wonder. “I found you.”
I sobbed as I embraced him, careful of his wounds. “And I found you.”
After all these years, after all the pain and separation, we had finally recognized each other.
(Third–person’s POV)
The facility shook with another explosion as Matthew Kane’s forces breached the main entrance. The Alpha King himself led the charge, his elite warriors fanning out to secure the compound.
The scene that greeted them was one of utter devastation. Fires burned throughout the lower levels, and the freed werewolves had exacted their vengeance on their captors. Bodies of guards and medical staff littered the corridors.
Matthew followed Olivia’s scent through the chaos, his heart pounding with fear for her safety. When he finally reached the medical wing, he found her cradling a weakened Ethan, Faelan’s massive corpse sprawled on the floor nearby.
“Olivia,” he breathed, relief washing over him.
She looked up, her face streaked with tears and blood. “Matthew.”
He was at her side in an instant, assessing her injuries before turning his attention to Ethan. “We need medical support here now!” he barked into his communication device.
Within minutes, a team of healers arrived, carefully transferring Ethan to a stretcher. Despite his weakened state, Ethan gripped Matthew’s arm.
“The pack,” he rasped. “I claim leadership of the Moonstone Pack.”
Matthew nodded solemnly. “It is witnessed.”
Throughout the facility, Matthew’s forces worked efficiently to evacuate the imprisoned werewolves. Many were in critical condition, their bodies bearing the scars of Faelan’s cruel experiments. Each survivor was documented, their testimony recorded as evidence of the atrocities committed.
“The evidence is overwhelming,” reported Beta Tristan as he joined Matthew and Olivia. “Decades of werewolf trafficking, illegal organ harvesting, unauthorized experiments. The Moonstone Pack’s leadership will face justice for this.”
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“Faelan has already faced justice,” Matthew replied grimly, glancing at the Alpha’s corpse. being removed from the room.
Word spread quickly through the compound that Faelan was dead. The remaining Moonstone Pack loyalists, seeing their leader fallen and their operation exposed, surrendered without further resistance.
A young warrior approached Matthew with news. “Alpha King, we’ve found Annelise Moonstone. She took her own life when she learned of Faelan’s death.”
Olivia closed her eyes briefly, processing this information. Another chapter of her mother’s tragic history closed.
As the situation stabilized, Matthew turned to Olivia. “With Faelan gone and Ethan claiming leadership of the Moonstone Pack, the path to my coronation is now clear.”
She nodded, understanding the political implications. “More importantly,” Matthew said, taking her hand, “justice for the victims. Including your mother.”
Olivia provided her testimony to Matthew’s investigators, detailing everything she had witnessed in the facility. Her words would ensure that none of Faelan’s crimes would be forgotten or forgiven.
As dawn broke over the ruined facility, Matthew and Olivia prepared to return to the Eastern Territory. Ethan would follow once his condition stabilized, ready to begin the difficult task of reforming his father’s corrupt pack.
“Are you ready?” Matthew asked softly, offering his hand to Olivia as their transport awaited.
She took one last look at the facility where so many had suffered, including her own family. Then she placed her hand in his, their fingers intertwining.
“Yes,” she said with quiet determination. “Let’s go home.”
They boarded the transport together, their bond strengthened by surviving this ordeal together.
