The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 472

I turned to the rogue and rolled my neck. “Don’t worry. I will.”

The rogue lunged.

I sidestepped and caught him by the wrist, twisting hard. He yelped and tried to pull away, but I held fast. I drove my knee into his stomach, and he doubled over, gasping.

“Where is she?” I snarled.

He spat blood at my feet. “Dead. I told you that already.”

I hit him again. This time, my fist connected with his jaw, snapping his head to the side. He staggered back and fell on his ass, mud splattering everywhere.

“Where?” I repeated.

He tried to laugh, but it was a wet, gurgling sound, less a laugh and more of a groan. “You want to know where? Go find her yourself. If there’s anything left, anyway.”

I dropped on top of him, my hands going to his throat. My fingers squeezed, savoring the sensation of his trachea constricting under my grip. “Tell me where she is.”

His eyes bulged. His face turned red, then purple.

“Gideon,” Sebastian said from somewhere behind me. “He’s not going to talk if he’s dead.”

I didn’t care. I squeezed harder.

The rogue’s struggles grew weaker. His hands fell away from my wrists, dropping into the mud. I felt a final, satisfying crunch, and then he went still.

I held on for another few seconds, just to be sure. When I finally let go and stood, my hands were shaking, but I took a deep breath and calmed myself.

I looked down at my hands. The bond was still there, faint but present. If Avery was dead, it would have snapped. I would have felt it.

She was alive.

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