After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 4

At 2 a.m., Lily posted a message on the wolf pack's social media platforms: "Every time I'm in the throes of an illness, I just want to leave this world. Thankfully, you’re always here, keeping me tethered."

The post was accompanied by a photo—a pair of hands entwined, fingers locked in an almost desperate embrace. The scar across the back of the hand was unmistakable, glaring in its sharp contrast to the smooth skin.

The next evening, Sandy stumbled home, looking completely drained.

I calmly spoke about our five years together, about the blurred lines between his work and his... connection with Lily.

He remained silent, his fingers dancing over his phone, occasionally looking down at messages that seemed more urgent than our conversation.

I couldn’t stop staring at the scar on his hand. Without thinking, I glanced at his phone screen, and the name on the chat was no longer just "Lily." It now read: "Sweet tiny moon"

I could feel the pressure in my chest mounting. It was as if my heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. Just as I was about to explode with anger, Sandy’s voice cut through the air, icy and dismissive. "Don't pry into my privacy! You're the Alpha's daughter, don't you understand that etiquette?"

In that moment, everything fell apart.

I'm the Alpha's daughter, so I have to put up with that rogue wolf girl stealing my mate?

My wolf hissed and told me that I was on my own now.

With the wet blanket still wrapped around body , I charged straight into the inferno, desperately twisting the doorknob while kicking the door with all my might. The stench of burning flesh filled the air as the flames licked at my skin.

Looking down, I saw that my right hand was mangled, the flesh torn and shredded, clinging to the door handle like a gruesome reminder of my failed attempt to escape. My clothes caught fire, the hem of my dress singeing with each passing second.

The hope of escaping through the front door was shattered.