Stand-In Luna’s Rise：Bound in My Twin's Name, Freed in My Own - Chapter 24: Chapter 24
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Theron stood in the courtyard, blood from his split knuckles dripping onto the ground, but he couldn't feel the pain.
His eyes remained locked on the direction Nyra had vanished, his chest burning with a fury he'd never experienced before.
"Alpha!" His Beta sprinted over clutching a thick envelope. "I got everything you wanted."
Theron slowly dragged his attention away: "Show me."
His Beta hesitated before handing over the package: "This is... everything Delilah's done to Luna over the past three years."
Theron ripped the envelope open with violent efficiency.
Inside were surveillance photos, video screenshots, and audio recordings. He flipped through a few, his pupils contracting in shock—
Photos of Delilah deliberately spilling water on stairs;
Security footage caught her switching Nyra's medication with laxatives;
And an audio—
"That pathetic bitch is so easy to fool. I just put on the waterworks and Theron eats it up. She deserves everything I do to her..."
Theron's hands crushed the papers as his breathing turned ragged.
The storm building behind his eyes was terrifying to witness.
"There's more..." His Beta's voice cracked as he produced a medical report. "The night Luna was locked in the basement... Delilah had the staff release rats in there with her."
Something fundamental broke in Theron's mind with an audible snap.
He remembered that night with crystal clarity now.
Nyra had been locked up for hours, emerging pale and trembling the next morning.
He'd thought she was being dramatic, had even mocked her: "One night in there and you're crying like a pup?"
But she'd tried to tell him—"Delilah put rats in there..."
And he hadn't believed her.
Theron's chest heaved as volcanic rage threatened to tear him apart from the inside.
He hurled the files to the ground: "Where the fuck is Delilah?!"
His Beta actually stepped backward, intimidated by the Alpha: "She's... she's at the pack house..."
Theron was already moving, his phone pressed to his ear as he barked orders to his head enforcer: "Lock Delilah in the basement. Now."
The voice on the other end stammered: "Alpha, are you sure—"
"Did I fucking stutter?" Theron's tone could have stripped paint. "Lock her up and make sure she gets the full treatment—everything she put my mate through, I want her to experience tenfold."
Back at the Ashgrave pack house.
Delilah lounged on the main couch, painting her nails while humming some pop song.
She'd just gotten word that Theron had chased after Nyra to Eastern Territory. Though it pissed her off, she was confident that stubborn bitch would never forgive him.
A little more strategic manipulation, and Theron would finally wash his hands of that worthless bitch for good.
The front door suddenly exploded inward!
Delilah nearly jumped out of her skin, looking up to see Theron stalking toward her with cold eyes.
Her stomach plummeted, but she quickly shifted into victim mode: "Theron, thank god you're back—"
Before she could finish the act, Theron's hand was around her throat, crushing her against the nearest wall!
"Delilah," his voice sounded like it was crawling out of the deepest pit of hell, "You really know how to play the game, don’t you?"
Delilah clawed desperately at his grip, her face turning purple: "Theron... can't breathe... what are you..."
Theron's smile was absolutely feral as he released her.
Delilah hit the floor hard, gasping and choking while tears streamed down her face.
"Take this evil bitch to the basement." Theron's gaze held nothing but disgust. "Lock her up."
His enforcers moved immediately, hauling a now-panicking Delilah toward the basement stairs.
Reality finally crashed over her as she fought and screamed: "Theron! You can't do this! Have you completely lost it?! I'm the one who stayed loyal to you! That substitute never gave a damn about you!"
Theron's expression turned even more murderous.
He crouched down and gripped her face with crushing force: "Here's what's going to happen, Delilah—I'm going to destroy you piece by piece. Just like you tried to destroy her."
He released her with disgust, ordering his men coldly: "Release some rats in there. Let her enjoy the full experience."
Delilah's face went sheet-white with terror: "No... please, Theron! You can't! I love you! Don't do this to me! AHHHHH—!"
Her screams were swallowed by the heavy basement door slamming shut.
Theron stood outside listening to her panic, his eyes void of any mercy.
However much he'd once protected Delilah, he now despised her a thousand times more.
But nothing compared to how much he hated himself.
His eyes remained locked on the direction Nyra had vanished, his chest burning with a fury he'd never experienced before.
"Alpha!" His Beta sprinted over clutching a thick envelope. "I got everything you wanted."
Theron slowly dragged his attention away: "Show me."
His Beta hesitated before handing over the package: "This is... everything Delilah's done to Luna over the past three years."
Theron ripped the envelope open with violent efficiency.
Inside were surveillance photos, video screenshots, and audio recordings. He flipped through a few, his pupils contracting in shock—
Photos of Delilah deliberately spilling water on stairs;
Security footage caught her switching Nyra's medication with laxatives;
And an audio—
"That pathetic bitch is so easy to fool. I just put on the waterworks and Theron eats it up. She deserves everything I do to her..."
Theron's hands crushed the papers as his breathing turned ragged.
The storm building behind his eyes was terrifying to witness.
"There's more..." His Beta's voice cracked as he produced a medical report. "The night Luna was locked in the basement... Delilah had the staff release rats in there with her."
Something fundamental broke in Theron's mind with an audible snap.
He remembered that night with crystal clarity now.
Nyra had been locked up for hours, emerging pale and trembling the next morning.
He'd thought she was being dramatic, had even mocked her: "One night in there and you're crying like a pup?"
But she'd tried to tell him—"Delilah put rats in there..."
And he hadn't believed her.
Theron's chest heaved as volcanic rage threatened to tear him apart from the inside.
He hurled the files to the ground: "Where the fuck is Delilah?!"
His Beta actually stepped backward, intimidated by the Alpha: "She's... she's at the pack house..."
Theron was already moving, his phone pressed to his ear as he barked orders to his head enforcer: "Lock Delilah in the basement. Now."
The voice on the other end stammered: "Alpha, are you sure—"
"Did I fucking stutter?" Theron's tone could have stripped paint. "Lock her up and make sure she gets the full treatment—everything she put my mate through, I want her to experience tenfold."
Back at the Ashgrave pack house.
Delilah lounged on the main couch, painting her nails while humming some pop song.
She'd just gotten word that Theron had chased after Nyra to Eastern Territory. Though it pissed her off, she was confident that stubborn bitch would never forgive him.
A little more strategic manipulation, and Theron would finally wash his hands of that worthless bitch for good.
The front door suddenly exploded inward!
Delilah nearly jumped out of her skin, looking up to see Theron stalking toward her with cold eyes.
Her stomach plummeted, but she quickly shifted into victim mode: "Theron, thank god you're back—"
Before she could finish the act, Theron's hand was around her throat, crushing her against the nearest wall!
"Delilah," his voice sounded like it was crawling out of the deepest pit of hell, "You really know how to play the game, don’t you?"
Delilah clawed desperately at his grip, her face turning purple: "Theron... can't breathe... what are you..."
Theron's smile was absolutely feral as he released her.
Delilah hit the floor hard, gasping and choking while tears streamed down her face.
"Take this evil bitch to the basement." Theron's gaze held nothing but disgust. "Lock her up."
His enforcers moved immediately, hauling a now-panicking Delilah toward the basement stairs.
Reality finally crashed over her as she fought and screamed: "Theron! You can't do this! Have you completely lost it?! I'm the one who stayed loyal to you! That substitute never gave a damn about you!"
Theron's expression turned even more murderous.
He crouched down and gripped her face with crushing force: "Here's what's going to happen, Delilah—I'm going to destroy you piece by piece. Just like you tried to destroy her."
He released her with disgust, ordering his men coldly: "Release some rats in there. Let her enjoy the full experience."
Delilah's face went sheet-white with terror: "No... please, Theron! You can't! I love you! Don't do this to me! AHHHHH—!"
Her screams were swallowed by the heavy basement door slamming shut.
Theron stood outside listening to her panic, his eyes void of any mercy.
However much he'd once protected Delilah, he now despised her a thousand times more.
But nothing compared to how much he hated himself.
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