Chapter 38: _Nothing Could Remain Hidden

Chapter 38: _Nothing Could Remain Hidden Marcellus’ POV ***** "I’m here to see you, dear." The stunned expression on Celine’s face after he said that caused him to smirk to himself. He knew the little bitch was attention starved, thanks to all the neglect from Kaelos, and was using it to his advantage. And from the scent of her perfume and her almost sultry dressing... It was clear that she’d probably been trying to seduce Kaelos earlier. He couldn’t help but wonder what she’d do if she discovered that Kaelos was currently screwing a witch. Anyway, after the initial shock, Celine shook her head and plastered a smile on her face. "Well, while I’m flattered, Marcellus, I can’t help but wonder why you’d want to see me?" She asked, dimming her eyes. Marcellus tilted his head, still maintaining eye contact as he leaned in closer. Celine stiffened, her eyes darting around in case anyone was watching. Their current position on one of the hallways was comprising and anyone who walked past would suspect something was up with them. While that wasn’t a problem for Marcellus, he could imagine that it would be more than a problem for Celine. "I know about the spite you have toward my friend, the Alpha King," Marcellus muttered calmly, his gaze never leaving her eyes. "And honestly, I can’t blame you. His neglect is something that you don’t deserve." During all this, he still had his right hand on her shoulder and fondled it with his thumb gently. Celine might think that was a show of concern, but he was merely softening up his victim emotionally for his next move. "I– I..." Celine stuttered, her face reddening with embarrassment as she looked away. "I don’t know what to do anymore. I thought my mother coming into the mansion would compel him to take me back, but that doesn’t seem to be the case." Marcellus arched an eyebrow when he heard that last part. Madame Greyheart’s presence was supposed to ’compel’ Kaelos? Curious to know what Celine meant by that, he shook her gently on her shoulder, forcing her to focus her attention on his eyes. "Your mother must have quite the influence to be capable of compelling the Alpha king himself." He remarked, a teasing smile on his face. "I can’t help but wonder what leverage she has over someone as strong-headed and stubborn as Kaelos Blood Oak." As soon as those words left his mouth, his eyes glinted with magic as he continued to maintain eye contact with Celine. Taking hold of the mind of a weaker werewolf like the maid at Elder Davina’s sanctuary was a piece of cake for him. However, werewolves like Celine who come from powerful bloodlines, were more... Difficult. Not exactly impossible, but he needed to put in way more effort and weaken all their walls. Anyway, Celine’s eyelids fluttered, confusion etched on her face as she subconsciously tried to fight his influence without knowing that it was coming from him. But it was too late... "Celine?" Marcellus snapped his fingers in front of her face, bringing her back to reality. She shook her head, using her fingers to rub her forehead before she spoke. "Sorry. I had a weird headache just now." Excellent! Now he just needs to do one more thing. "Let’s take a walk to Moonstone Memorial Garden." He suggested, gesturing at the stairs leading downstairs. "Shall we? I can assure you, it’ll clear your head." Celine glanced up at him with suspicion glinting in her eyes. Oh, she was a cunning one, he’ll give her that. But he had already managed to reach into the outer parts of her mind. All he needs is a little more effort to take full control. Finally, after several seconds of silence, Celine nodded. "Sure. A little walk wouldn’t hurt." Marcellus grinned, a cold light glinting in his eyes as he watched Celine walking down the stairs, her hips swaying in a seductive manner that almost awakened his little soldier. . . When they finally got outside, stepping out of the compound and into the night, Celine sighed, hugging herself with her arms. She glanced back at the mansion, her eyes fixed on what was supposed to be Kaelos’ room window. The lights in the room were turned on. "He’s not in his chambers." She pointed out, grinding her jaw. "Kaelos always turns off the lights in his chambers. And if he’s not there, that means he’s with that sneaky little witch!" The hatred that came from her tone excited Marcellus a bit. There was this unexplainable pleasure that came from studying the negative emotions of people. The more negative emotions she has... The easier it would be to enter her mind. "Easy there, hon," Marcellus remarked with a chuckle which he knew would subconsciously irk Celine even more. "Odessa is Kaelos’ wife, remember? Witch or not, she still has to fulfill her duties as his wife, including–" "Don’t give me that bullshit, Beta," Celine said with a scoff, diverting her gaze from him as they kept on walking. As he stared at her neck, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to sink his claws into it before slowly pulling her head off her shoulders. He could imagine the blood, her muffled screams, and the sweet amount of life force he’d obtain from her. The mere thought got him excited in more ways than one. "Are you telling me that Kaelos is just going to ignore all the beautiful and elite she-wolves in this pack— nay, the entire bloody continent and have sex with a filthy witch?" Celine queried Marcellus, her voice oozing with suspicion. "Nah, something’s off. I don’t know what it is but I’ll find out." Yes, yes, yes... Marcellus glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, a cold smirk curling up his lips. The little bitch wasn’t aware that she was slowly softening up and making it easier to get into her mind by opening up to him. He had to test the extent of his influence on her head soon. When they finally got to the Moonstone Memorial Garden, which was a garden in the elite section of the pack rich with unique gemstones that glow under the light of the moon, Marcellus stopped Celine by grabbing her shoulder. She turned her gaze to him, her eyebrows furrowing as she parted her lips in confusion. "Uhh..." Marcellus looked into her eyes, his magic in full action as he whispered in a voice that sounded soothing like a lullaby. "You will work on your spite for Kaelos and witch kind and it will grow until you stop at nothing to make them pay." She resisted at first, her eyelids fluttering but with a little more effort, her eyes shone wide like a puppy. "I’ll work on my spite for Kaelos and that little witch he calls his wife and will stop at nothing to make them pay for mocking me," Celine whispered, her jaw clenching with years of pent-up rage she’d been keeping hidden. Eh, close enough... Marcellus grinned when he heard that. Nothing could remain ’hidden’ from him for long.