After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 10

After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 10

I looked down at the Alpha heir who had once 

wielded enormous power in New York’s highest 

social circles. 

Now he lay collapsed at my feet as though every last bit of strength had drained from his body. 

I felt no sympathy for him. 

Only disgust. 

“Adrian, you’re revolting.” 

I pulled my foot away and wiped the blood off on 

the nearby rug. 

“You tortured Selena because you discovered her scent couldn’t soothe your wolf. Once you realized you couldn’t function without me, your so–called sedative, you took your rage out on her.” 

I looked down at him. 

“What does any of that have to do with me?” 

I stood over him as he knelt on the floor. 

“Stop claiming you did those things because you 

loved me. The only person you have ever truly 

cared about is yourself.” 

“What you couldn’t accept wasn’t my death, but 

the fact that the tool that had always satisfied 

your needs chose to leave you.” 

Adrian’s entire body trembled violently. 

Every word I said tore apart another piece of the 

fantasy he had used to deceive himself. 

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. 

The emotional collapse, combined with blood loss 

and days without proper rest, finally pushed his 

body beyond its limit. 

His consciousness began to fade, and then he collapsed among the shattered glass. 

The bodyguards outside finally panicked, and several rushed inside to help him. 

“Don’t touch him.” 

My cold voice stopped them instantly. 

Every one of them froze. 

They knew exactly who the Black Pack’s heir had 

spent the past three years going mad over, and 

they also knew that in front of me, his commands. 

no longer carried any weight. 

“Amy.” 

The girl cautiously peeked out from behind the 

front desk, her body still trembling. 

“Go to the storage room and bring me the plastic bin we use for seafood.” 

“What?” 

“Go.” 

Amy soon returned, pushing a waist–high blue 

plastic container across the lobby. 

I pointed at Adrian and addressed the 

bodyguards. 

“Put him inside and take him to the storage room 

out back.” 

The head of security swallowed hard. 

“Miss Carter, he’s lost a lot of blood, and he needs 

a hospital.” 

“It’s a hurricane, so no ambulance can get here, 

and none of your vehicles can leave.” 

I looked at him, my tone unchanged. 

“Relax. He’s a werewolf. Injuries like these won’t 

kill him.” 

I pointed toward the corner. 

“Put him in the bin, then stay in the corner of the lobby, and anyone who dirties my sofas pays for 

the damage.” 

The bodyguards exchanged uneasy looks. 

In the end, they had no choice but to obey. 

They lifted the mighty Alpha heir into the plastic seafood bin and carried him into the storage 

room. 

I yawned and tore open another sheet mask. 

“Amy, clean the floor, and call the repair company tomorrow to replace the door.” 

“Okay.” 

I applied the mask and settled back onto the sofa 

to continue watching my show. 

Hurricane nights were perfect for sleeping. 

As for the lunatic in the storage room, he had 

nothing to do with me.