Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate-Chapter 128: A Glimpse of Madness

Struggling to steady his breath, Florian faced a circle of werewolves closing in on him. In the center of this scene stood his sister.

Riona was injured and bleeding. Her skin was marred with scratches, and black liquid dripped from her wounds.

"Riona..." Florian’s voice trembled with regret, wishing he could rewind time. "I’m sorry."

To his horror, Riona raised her hand with a commanding gesture. "Kill him!!!!" she yelled, sounding cold and authoritative.

The werewolves, seemingly obeying her like trained beasts, surged forward with a unified ferocity.

It wasn’t just the full-grown beasts; even the pups and the elderly werewolves were in on the action.

Florian’s heart sank as he recognized Zane and Puck among the attackers. Their eyes had shifted, glazed with an unsettling intensity as if possessed by some dark force.

Behind the frenzied pack stood Riona, her gaze fixed on him with an intensity that pierced through him.

It was an expression of deep, unrelenting hatred—an emotion Florian had never seen in her eyes before. Even in moments of fury, her eyes had always held hints of affection.

"What? No... No way..." Florian stumbled backward, shocked. The love that had always been present in her gaze was gone, replaced by something darker and more terrifying.

"You don’t belong here!" Zane spat, his voice dripping with disdain.

"We’re tired of pretending to like you. In reality, we despise you," Puck snapped.

Florian was busy defending himself. He was surrounded by attacks from every direction, but his ability to defend himself was impressive. His power allowed him to produce a protective shield, making him nearly invincible against physical blows.

But it wasn’t the physical assaults that wounded him most. It was the relentless barrage of emotional poison, delivered by those he thought were his friends.

"You should never have been born," Riona’s voice cut through the chaos, cold and final.

"No! It’s not you. It can’t be you. My sister wouldn’t say things like that," Florian protested vehemently, his voice breaking.

The words felt like a betrayal, piercing through his defenses and hitting him where he was most vulnerable.

Florian stumbled backward, going deeper into the protective barrier he’d created around himself.

The werewolves’ teeth and claws scratched and clanged against the shimmering shield. Growls and metallic clanging roared as they desperately tried to tear him apart.

Riona moved closer, her face twisted with a hatred he couldn’t recognize.

"You ruined everything, Flo," she said bitterly. "I could’ve been the only one—the special Blood Moon child. But no, you had to come along."

"Stop!" Florian cried, covering his ears. His voice trembled with desperation.

He wanted to shut her out, but her voice only got louder, digging deeper into his mind. Her words seeped through like poison, echoing louder and louder.

He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could escape this nightmare. When he opened them again, his heart froze—Riona was inside the shield.

Somehow, impossibly, she had crossed the barrier. Her cold hands crawled over his shoulders as she leaned in and whispered, "I hate you."

Florian jumped back in shock, and the shield shattered as his focus broke. The werewolves rushed at him, snapping and growling. Panic flooded him.

He lashed out instinctively, his hands seizing the closest creature by the neck. Bones snapped beneath his grip. He had no choice.

"No!" he sobbed. His tears mixed with the blood splattered on his skin. "Please... no more..."

But his hands betrayed him, finding the next werewolf, crushing life after life. Then he reached Puck.

Everything came to a halt. The world around them seemed frozen in time, except for the two of them. Puck’s eyes were full of tears, his face tight with pain as Florian’s hands gripped his throat.

"Let me go," Puck said softly, his voice trembling with sadness, not fear. "Can you really kill me, Flo? Haven’t I always treated you like family? Haven’t I been good to you?"

The sound of Puck’s voice broke something inside Florian. It was Puck, but it twisted his mind, leaving him confused and torn apart.

"Kill him," Riona whispered.

For a brief moment, Florian thought she was talking to Puck, but when he looked at her, he realized she was staring straight at him.

With a cold smile, she repeated, "Kill Puck for me, Flo. Only then will I accept you."

Florian tried to pull his hand away from Puck’s throat—he told his brain to stop—but his hand did the opposite. Instead of letting go, his grip tightened.

"Nooo!!!!"

In less than a second, Puck’s neck snapped, and his body went limp in Florian’s grasp.

"How could you...?" a familiar voice trembled.

Florian, his face streaked with tears, turned and saw Thorin. Thorin’s fists were clenched in anger as he charged at him. Florian instinctively curled up on the ground, like a shrimp, covering his head, bracing for the blows.

However, instead of being hit, Florian opened his eyes and saw Riona’s worried face. He blinked, confused. Why wasn’t she hurt? There were no injuries, no blood. But... ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Had it all been an illusion? Now that his mind was clearing, he realized how eerily similar everything had been to his recurring nightmares.

He wasn’t even asleep. How had it felt so real? Had his nightmares started haunting him even while he was awake?

Riona grabbed Florian’s face, squishing his cheeks a bit as she forced him to meet her eyes. "Florian? What’s going on? You were shaking, mumbling things I couldn’t make out. Are you hurt?"

Thorin approached him and crouched down. "Can you get up?"

"W-what about the... werewolves?" Florian stammered, still trying to piece everything together.

"Oh, them?" Thorin casually jerked a thumb at the nearby group of werewolves. "Yeah, they were drunk, and then your little smoke trick knocked them out cold. As soon as the smoke cleared, they woke up. Miracle cure, apparently."

Florian squinted at the werewolves, wondering if they were truly okay, or was this just another illusion. He wasn’t sure what to believe—was this reality, or was he still trapped in his nightmare?

Thorin chuckled lightly. "You know what’s funny? That smoke of yours must’ve knocked some sense into them. You might’ve just saved them from a nasty hangover tomorrow."