“You killed your dad yourself, Sophie.”
“Lies!” she screamed, loud enough to make the walls shake. “You ruined my life! I lost my wolf because of you. My father’s dead because of you. And now you think you can just walk around like some fairytale princess with Ryan? Like I never existed?”
“That’s the plan,” I said calmly, not even blinking.
Her eyes flared, wild with fury. Then her voice dropped to a venomous hiss. “I heard they want to make you Alpha Queen. How sweet. You think you’ll live long enough to wear that crown? That throne was meant for me. My bloodline. And now you want to take that too?”
“I don’t want it,” I said, my tone flat, uninterested. “The throne? Please. It’s just a dusty seat people kill each other over. You can have it, Sophie. Sit on it, die on it, rot with it-whatever helps you sleep.”
She stared at me, stunned. “What? You think you can just throw it away like garbage?”
“Yes, bitch, I do,” I said coolly. “I have no interest in ruling anyone. I’m not your father, and I’m definitely not you. If that crown’s the only thing keeping you going, then fine-chase it. Take it… that’s if you can.”
Sophie roared in frustration, and in that split second, she turned the knife away from Sasha and lunged toward me. I saw it coming and used the moment to grab her wrist. We struggled, crashing into the mop bucket and the stacked cleaning supplies in the janitor’s cluttered storage room.
I knocked the knife out of her hand, and it flew across the room, clattering somewhere under the shelf.
“You bitch! I’ll kill you!” she screamed as she lunged at me, scratching and swinging wildly.
I kicked her with all the strength I had left, and she tumbled backward into a metal rack stacked with mop handles, old brooms, and some half-open paint cans. The rack tipped slightly, sending tools tumbling onto her.
“Sasha, GO! Now!” I shouted without looking away from Sophie.
“But Anna-“
“I said go! Get Ryan! Get help! Just GO!”
Sasha hesitated for a heartbeat, tears in her eyes, then turned and ran out of the store.
Sophie groaned and crawled toward the corner, her eyes fixed on the knife under the shelf.
“Say goodbye, Anna,” she hissed. “This is your fucking end.
Just as she grabbed the knife, the door flew open and Ryan burst in, out of breath, his eyes wide with panic.
“ANNA!”
“Ryan!” I choked, relief flooding me all at once.
He ran straight to me, pulling me into his arms as I collapsed against him.
“Are you okay, baby? Tell me you’re okay, please.”
“I’m fine… I’m okay, Ryan. I can handle her. I swear.”
Behind him came Jim and two police officers, guns drawn.
“Freeze!” one of them shouted.
Sophie slowly stood up, bloodied, bruised, knife in hand, and laughed.
“Oh… Ryan… you brought backup. How thoughtful,” she sneered, blood running down her lip.
Jim stepped forward. “Autopsy results were late, but I knew it. I figured you were alive. That’s why we never stopped preparing for this day.”
“Drop the knife, Sophie. You’re under arrest,” one of the officers said firmly.
She stared at them, then back at me, then at Ryan.
And she smiled.
“I’d rather die than rot in a cell because of you all.”
“Sophie-” I started, but before I could take another step, she plunged the knife straight into her chest.
The scream caught in my throat as she collapsed to the floor, blood pouring out of her like a river.
“SHIT!”
Jim rushed to her, checked her pulse, his fingers trembling.
“She’s dead.”
“You’re sure?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“One thousand percent.”
I didn’t know whether to cry, collapse, or scream. Ryan just held me tighter.
“It’s over, baby. It’s finally over.”
But it didn’t feel like relief. It just felt like the end of a nightmare I didn’t ask to be part of.
RYAN’S POV
“Get the body out. And cover her face properly,” I muttered, my voice low and firm, watching as they carried Sophie’s lifeless body out of the storeroom. The white sheet covered most of her, but not enough, blood still soaked through the corners, trailing behind as they moved her.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My arms were crossed tight over my chest, but it wasn’t doing much to hold me together.
Because deep down, I’d suspected.
Not just suspected. Known.
Alex had called earlier while I was still at the office. I could tell from the second he said my name that something was wrong. His voice was tense, clipped.
“The autopsy report’s back,” he said.
My stomach dropped. “And?”
“It’s not her, Ryan.”
For a few seconds, I just sat there staring at my desk, waiting for him to say he was joking, but he didn’t.
“The two bodies they pulled from the fire-George’s matched. But the other one? Not female. Not Sophie. DNA doesn’t match. Dental doesn’t either.”
My heart stopped. “So where the hell is she?” I’d asked.
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