The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 You Have to Believe Me

Third-person POV:

Norman didn’t say a word. He knew Laurel too well. If she hadn’t done it, she wouldn’t act like that.

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Thora didn’t care about the chaos around her. Her voice was steady. “The surveillance video proves my mother was murdered on purpose. And this witness shows Laurel might’ve worked with the killer. That makes it a hired hit.”

She spoke clearly, every word sharp and cutting.

“You’re lying!” Laurel yelled, voice shaking. “I didn’t do it! I’ll never admit it!”

Thora pressed another button on her phone. A recording started playing.

“Who’s this?”

“It doesn’t matter. Want to know where Norman is right now?”

“What are you talking about?”

“If you want to find out, be at the abandoned warehouse in Westville at ten tonight. I’ve got a way to make you Norman’s mate.”

“Hello?”

“Beep-beep-beep-”

Thora stopped it. “Need a voiceprint to prove it’s her?”

Luke had spent forever pulling that clip from Laurel’s old phone.

“I …” Laurel tried to argue, but Thora’s words shut her up.

She knew that was her own voice.

The mysterious caller had guided her, set up Diane’s death, and cleaned up the mess afterward.

She could only look at Norman with tears. “Norman, I … You have to believe me.”

He just stared at her intensely.

Hazel didn’t care if Laurel killed Diane. Her only concern was protecting her mother. “Dad, you can’t blame Mom! If that woman hadn’t died, you’d never be with Mom!”

“You brat!” Norman snapped, rage flashing in his eyes. He slapped Hazel so hard that she hit the floor.

Hazel stayed there, clutching her cheek, too scared to say a word, her eyes full of hurt and anger.

Evren took a few quick steps forward, swinging his silver-handled cane at Laurel. “It was you! You killed Diane!”

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Chapter 129 You Have to Believe Me

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“Ah! Stop!” Laurel shrieked, pain radiating through her. Instinctively, she tried to call up her wolf power, shifting into full wolf to fight back.

But just as she started to transform, Evren’s cane came down again. The silver scraped her skin, sending a searing burn through her. Her wolf power collapsed instantly. She couldn’t shift at all.

The cane wasn’t just a weapon-it was a symbol of Evren’s honor as the Inter-Pack Peace Envoy of the Astralis Empire. Silver restrained werewolves, and it marked his rank while keeping him safe around wolf communities.

Evren didn’t stop. His face was icy, but his voice cracked with grief. “Give me back my daughter! You killed Diane!”

Every strike seemed to pull him apart, tears streaming down his face.

Felix ran over and wrapped Evren in his arms, voice thick with sorrow. “Grandpa, please. Don’t destroy yourself. You still have me and Thora.”

Laurel lay on the floor, hair tangled, sobbing uncontrollably. Her usual radiant, noble lady look was gone.

Norman watched her being beaten coldly and didn’t lift a finger to intervene.

Diane had been dead for 15 years. He didn’t care how she died anymore.

What burned him was Laurel’s betrayal.

She’d humiliated him in front of the whole pack, showing that she’d cheated on him. She crushed his pride.

“I did it for Hazel-for us!” Laurel cried. “Norman, you have to believe me. I had no choice!”

Thora’s gaze hardened. She slipped off the silver bracelet on her wrist, which snapped into a pistol. She aimed it at Laurel’s forehead.

Norman’s face went pale. “Thora! Stop! No matter what she did, she raised you! You can’t kill her!”

Thora ignored him, stepping closer and bending down to whisper, “Tell me-besides you, who else was involved?”

The cold muzzle made Laurel flinch. She trembled. “I-I don’t know who they are. They just wanted a key. I don’t know anything else…

Thora squinted. She had interrogated more suspects than she could count, and she could tell the truth from lies in people who were cornered.

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