Fake Heiress True Luna (Irina) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Escaping

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Irina’s POV

I would have waited longer if Julie hadn’t decided to throw me into the wolves, but now that she tried to hurt me, Theia gave me permission to attack.

And boy was I happy.

Whatever magic they used to keep the chains on me had already faded. I waited until those two wolves approached me, the hunger in their eyes glinting with a vile promise that made my skin crawl. They thought I was prey, a helpless omega trussed up for their pleasure.

“Look at this, Marcel,” the larger one sneered, his breath hot and foul as he leaned in close. “The Alpha’s little cast-off. Think she’ll scream pretty for us?”

“I hope so,” the other, Marcel, chuckled, his gaze raking over my body. “Always wanted to taste what the Alphas throw away.”

I kept my head bowed, my shoulders slumped, playing the part of the broken omega perfectly.

Theia was a coiled spring in my mind, her rage a silent, burning inferno. “Just a little closer,” she purred, a deadly anticipation thrumming through our bond.

The larger one reached out a grimy hand, aiming to grab my chin. “Let’s get a better look at—”

Finally.

With a roar, my muscles bunched, and I exploded upward. The enchanted cuffs, their power drained by my own latent energy, shattered like glass. The sound was a gunshot in the confined space.

The wolf’s eyes widened in shock, his leer frozen on his face. He had no time to react.

My hand darted forward, my claws extended as I pierced through his chest. One strike, that was all it took.

My fingers passed over his skin and bones like they were butter, until my finger tipped what I was looking for.

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There was a wet, crunching sound. His expression shifted from lust to blank, utter disbelief.

I didn’t hesitate. My fingers closed around the warm, beating mass in his chest. With a final, savage yank, I pulled my arm back.

“I hope you rot in hell,” I said before the light in his eyes dimme.

I stood there, panting, the chains falling away from my wrists like dead snakes. In my hand, I held his still-twitching heart. Blood, hot and slick, dripped onto the stone floor between us.

The second wolf, Marcel, stared, his jaw unhinged, all traces of desire replaced by primal terror. He took a stumbling step backward.

I dropped the heart. It landed with a sickening thud.

My gaze, now blazing with Theia’s green light, locked onto him. “You wanted a taste?” I asked, my voice a low, guttural growl that didn’t sound entirely my own. “Come and get it.”

“H-h-help!” Marcel’s shout cracks the air, sharp and useless.

I don’t give him the luxury of time to finish the sentence. He was not a good man; even his aura was all wrong. I can tell he has hurt other people before. He doesn’t deserve a chance to live.

Theia lent me her strength; it only took a second before I was right by his side, my hand closing against his throat while my other arm lashed out to knock him off balance.

He collapses with a thud and tries to break free.

“Is that all you got?” I asked, pulling away to see him crawling like the worm he is.

“Please-” he whimpers.

“Tell me something,” I couched to be on his level. “How many women or girls have you hurt?” He starts shaking, his eyes darting from side to side as if trying to come up with an answer.

Or perhaps, he had done so much damage that he couldn’t remember didn’t care.

anymore. Either

way, I

“I hope you rot in hell with your friend,” I finish, my voice low and steady.

Marcel’s lips twitch, no courage left in them. He scrabbles, the sound pathetic-like a rat under a boot.

I give him a look that says there’s nothing left to bargain for.

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He tries to crawl, to beg, to make his life worth something – but I am tired of listening to excuses. My hand tightens around his throat. The world narrows to the frantic rasp of his breath and the heat of his fear. I watch the light flicker in his eyes until it dies. He goes limp

in my grip.

I drop his body. It’s done.

Now I have to find Julie and make her talk.

I try to open the door, but it is locked.

“Wonderful,” I grumbled, looking at the two bodies.

I’m sure the keys are inside the pockets of one of those corpses, but I truly didn’t want to touch such disgusting men; I guess I have no choice.

I sigh. “Shall we shift after this?”

Theia nodded. “Yeah, let’s show Julie who she really messed up with.”

I rummaged through the pockets of the first man-because somebody had to do the gross work-and found what I expected: a crumpled pack of cigarettes, a lighter, a handful of coins, and a fat ring of keys.

One keyring held a small locket, heavy with age and darkened with something that might have been rust or old blood. I have a feeling that was the key I needed.

I instantly ran to the door, and it opened.

Phase one was done; it was time for phase two.

Find Julie.

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“I think we should shift now,” I told Theia, not because I wanted to tear throats-although I did -but because I needed speed and teeth and a hunger that didn’t forget how to hunt. “We’ll take Julie by surprise.”

“Do it,” Theia answered, a bright, hungry purr. “Make her regret the day she heard your name.”

I was about to shift when I noticed something.

The distance pains had stopped, meaning Aiden was near.

He came to find me.

“Wait, Irina, don’t shift yet!”

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“Why?” I questioned, kind of tired of not being able to use my brute force when I’m a special wolf.

“We need to create a distraction so he can come here; if we don’t, the rogues outside will hurt

him.”

Hmm…

She had a point.

“Okay, then, where to?” I asked.

Theia smirked. “Just do as I say.”

I was scared to ask what she meant by that, especially because of the look on her face, but I ended up following her orders.

I slid through the different corridors, the air thick with dust and the faint tang of iron. The place was a maze of decay-rusted metal, flaking paint, and pipes that hissed softly overhead, whispering the ghosts of old machinery.

Theia guided me through the narrow hallway until we reached a door at the far end, half off its hinges. I pushed it open, the screech of metal against concrete echoing in the emptiness. The room beyond was worse than the others-dark, damp, and littered with forgotten tools and ancient stains that no one had bothered to clean.

The scent of gas hit me faintly, sharp and unmistakable. My wolf’s voice deepened, vibrating through my mind with quiet satisfaction.

“Perfect,” she murmured.

I frowned. “Perfect for what exactly?”

“This place is ancient,” Theia replied, prowling in the back of my mind like a predator ready to strike. “Old gas lines. Leaking pipes. A single spark could make this whole section go up like dry tinder.”

I looked around, my heart beating faster. “You want me to blow it up?”

“Not all of it,” she said, almost amused. “Just enough to cause chaos. A small explosion- smoke, fire, confusion. It’ll draw them away from Aiden’s path and make them think something went wrong inside.”

I exhaled slowly. “You’re insane, and if things go wrong, we might be the ones blowing up.” Her chuckle was dark. “You love me for it. Besides, even if we get caught, we can use our new

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power.”

“That makes us immune to wolfsbane, not fire,” I reminded her, but all she did was tilt her head

to the side and wag her tail.

In short, she thinks we will be fine.

I rolled my eyes but stepped farther into the room. My gaze darted over the walls until I spotted what I needed: a cracked pipeline along the ceiling, its joints corroded, its metal dull and brittle.

I reached up and gave it a sharp twist. The old pipe groaned before splitting open with a hiss. A faint stream of gas filled the air, invisible but potent.

Theia hummed approvingly. “Now, just one spark.”

I took out the lighter I’d found in the corpse’s pocket earlier. The irony wasn’t lost on me-his filth was about to serve a purpose after all.

“Back away a bit,” Theia warned.

“Yeah, yeah.” I took several steps back toward the doorway, then flicked the lighter once. The tiny flame wavered, orange and delicate-beautifully lethal.

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