After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 212

I smiled enigmatically but didn’t answer.

Some truths weren’t meant to be shared. *Because in a previous life, they did the same to me.*

As the week progressed, the Werewolf Council’s trial loomed closer.

Before the proceedings began, I visited Linda in her holding cell.

She looked disheveled, her hair tangled and her eyes sunken with exhaustion.

The mask of innocence she once wore had shattered, leaving only hatred and bitterness behind.

Through the thick glass, her eyes blazed with fury as she spat, “Why do you keep targeting me? What did I ever do to you?”

I laughed dryly, the sound void of humor.

“Targeting you? I only retaliated when you forced my hand. But you’ve never been able to see your own wrongdoing, have you?”

Her face contorted with rage, and I leaned closer to the glass, my voice icy.

“In case you didn’t know, Ryan actually did me a favor. He handed over all the evidence of your crimes.”

Linda’s mouth opened slightly, her confusion evident, but I wasn’t finished.

“And as for his promises to you—about forgiving you, making you Stardust’s Luna—it was all a lie. He used you to get to Arman, nothing more. He never loved you, Linda. Not from the beginning and certainly not now.”

Her expression crumbled, the weight of my words crushing her last shred of hope.

Without another glance, I turned and left her staring blankly after me.

*Just when you thought you had everything, you watched it all burn to ash. That’s what happened to me in my previous life. This time, it’s your turn.*

The day of the Council’s trial dawned bright and clear.

The courthouse steps were crowded with onlookers and reporters, their murmurs filling the air like static. Inside, the atmosphere was tense, the room buzzing with anticipation.

The sound of the Elder Judge’s gavel echoed through the chamber, silencing the crowd as the proceedings began.

Outside, a flock of white pigeons took flight, their wings beating against the clear sky.

One by one, the witnesses came forward, recounting the many ways Linda had tormented them.

The incidents piled up—bullying, arson, impersonation of a university student.

The weight of her actions sparked outrage online, where public opinion turned sharply against her.

Linda sat rigidly, her once confident demeanor shattered.

She looked smaller somehow, as if the magnitude of her downfall had physically diminished her.

Arman, however, was absent.

Overdosed by Linda’s poisonous potions, he was reportedly too weak to attend.