Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Human Hell

Baron’s POV

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The conversation I’d overheard in the corridor made my skin crawl… hearing that viper and her mother speak of Natalie as if she were a nuisance to be discarded–even in death–made my blood boil. These people didn’t just need a lesson; they needed to be dismantled.

I stepped into the nurses‘ station, and thankfully it was empty. I grabbed a syringe and a vial of tranquilizer and moved with a surprising calm as I wheeled the cart toward Sharon’s

room.

Inside, Sharon was sprawled on the bed, her eyes closed as she faced the wall.

“What is it now?” she barked, clearly expecting her mother.

“Injection,” I said. My voice was flat, behind the mask.

She blinked, her facade slipping to reveal her real self beneath. “Who are you? Where’s Dr. Johnson?”

I didn’t answer as I filled the syringe; the liquid was clear and heavy.

“You must have the wrong room. I don’t need an injection! Get out!” she snapped.

I smirked, the expression hidden by the fabric. I flicked the air out of the needle and stepped toward her.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said you’ve got the wrong room! Get out!”

She tried to play the Alpha’s wife: “I’ll have you know I’m Alpha Jensen’s mate, and if you dare cross me, I’ll make sure you can’t survive in this pack!”

I acted as if she wasn’t talking directly at me and reached out, my grip on her arm like a vice. Before she could scream, I drove the needle straight into her vein.

“You-”

She swung at me with her free hand, a weak, desperate arc.

I pressed the plunger down, watching the chemicals enter her system.

Then, I let go of her arm and delivered a palm strike across her face that made her head snap back against the pillows.

The crack of the slap echoed against the sterile walls as she collapsed, her hand flying to her

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burning cheek. Her eyes were wide, glazed with shock.

“You hit me? You…. You dare to hit me?”

She shrieked, a sound of pure fury, and leapt from the bed and tried to claw for

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face.

I slammed a kick into her stomach, and she flew back, her body hitting the wall with a sickening thud before she crumpled to the floor. She wailed, gasping for the air I’d just knocked out of her.

Her eyes shifted, her wolf evident as I vaulted over the bed, planting my boot firmly on her chest. I leaned down, looking at her with such hatred.

“Sharon, that slap was just a gift. Now… welcome to hell.”

I let the mask slip just enough for her to see my face, her eyes locked onto my face, and the blood drained from her face.

“You? You’re the man who helped that bitch Natalie at the press conference!” She tried to find her voice, her lungs laboring under my boot. “Guards… Guards!”

“They’re not coming, Sharon.” I pulled out another vial. A quick prick to her neck and she

was out.

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Sharon woke up in a cellar shackled to a cold iron bed with silver–lined chains, and she started thrashing immediately.

“What–who are you? Let me go! I’m Jensen’s mate!” She was still trying to hide behind his name. “He’ll kill you for this!”

I sat in the shadows, watching her panic.

“So you do know what fear feels like,” I said, stepping into the light.

I was in my black gear now. I looked exactly like what I am–her nightmare.

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“What do you want? Money? Land? I’ll give you let me go!” “What

“Let you go?” I laughed. “When you performed the Rite of the Hollow Soul on Natalie, did you think about letting her go? When you stripped her of the only thing she had and then left her to burn, were you thinking about mercy

Sharon flinched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Liar.” The air in the room got heavy with Raze pushing against my skin. “I saw the records; I

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saw the damage. You didn’t just hollow her out, Sharon. You and Jensen took the one thing she had and left her to burn.”

I grabbed the obsidian ritual dagger; it was covered in runes.

“What are you doing? Hurting me is a crime! Jensen won’t let this go!”

I leaned over her. “Good… I’m not done with Jensen either, but I’m starting with the one who started it all.”

Sharon started screaming–it was a pathetic, high–pitched noise. She started throwing out numbers–ten million, fifty million, a hundred million. She really thought she could buy her way out of this.

“Someone like you…” I whispered. “You don’t deserve a wolf. You used yours to hunt a sister who couldn’t fight back.”

I put my hand over her heart; I could feel her wolf whimpering. The wolf knew what was coming.

“No! Please! Natalie’s dead anyway–she won’t know! I’ll give you anything!”

“Natalie is dead,” I said, my voice turning to ice. But I’m right here, and I’m the one collecting the debt.”

I started the Rite.

Sharon’s body went stiff as the ritual took hold. This was exactly what she had done to Natalie.

I moved the dagger through the air above her chest–a jagged, golden light started bleeding out of Sharon’s mouth–her wolf’s essence.

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