Victoria's POV
Victoria Cross Sterling threw her phone across the room and watched it smash against the wall. The parts scattered everywhere, just like her perfect plans.
"They escaped," she whispered to herself. "They actually escaped."
Derek had called her five minutes ago with the worst news possible. Maya and Ethan had disappeared from the cabin before his team arrived. The motorbike was still there, abandoned, but the two people Victoria wanted dead were gone.
Again.
Victoria felt like yelling. She'd been so close. So close to getting rid of Maya forever and making Ethan pay for helping her. Now they were running free somewhere, probably laughing at her.
She walked to her bedroom window and looked out at the Sterling Pack lands. All of this should have been hers. She was meant to be the perfect Luna, married to the strongest Alpha, living in luxury forever. Instead, she was married to a man who barely looked at her, ruling over people who talked behind her back.
