Chapter 52: _A Deal With The Devil

Chapter 52: _A Deal With The Devil Marcellus’ POV ***** "I want you to kill Odessa Pierce." His eyes opened wide in surprise when he heard those words from Celine’s mouth. Yikes... He had underestimated how deep her hatred for Odessa had grown already within the span of merely a few days since she arrived in this pack. Marcellus smirked, amused and eager to see how this would turn out. Meanwhile, Regina also seemed amused and chuckled lightly, placing her right hand in front of her mouth. She didn’t care that Celine was now getting awkward and laughed to her satisfaction before she spoke. "Really? Oh my gosh, I knew this so-called ’truce’ wouldn’t last a week without one of you wolves plotting to kill the poor witch." Regina remarked, placing her index finger on her lips as she walked around Celine. There was still a thin layer of mist surrounding the true Lord of the North’s messenger, giving her an extra air of mystery and ominousness. Anyway, Celine gritted her teeth, glaring at Regina with disdain that was even clear to Marcellus from this distance. Dangerous game... "You have no right to judge me, witch!" She yelled out with spite but then glanced around wearily soon after. Rookie mistake... Without warning, Regina got in front of Celine and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look into her eyes. Marcellus dimmed his eyes, wondering if she would dare to absorb Celine’s life force. It wasn’t that he would care since he could always manipulate someone new, but still, even he knew that would be reckless. ’Well, probably not as reckless as killing that maid the other night.’ Marcellus thought to himself, amusing himself despite the tense situation up ahead. Anyway, Celine shivered in fear in front of Regina as the latter peered into her eyes while also leaning close to her face until she was mere inches away from brushing her lips against that of the corrupt Luna Queen. "I have every right to judge you, false Luna," Regina uttered, a cold smirk curling up her blood-red lips. "Look at how low you’ve fallen. You were once the wife of one of the most powerful men on the continent and ruled beside him. You made your hatred for witches known far and wide during that time." Celine seemed like she wanted to struggle and fight back, but for some reason, she couldn’t. Regina was no ordinary ’witch’ anyway and was stronger than she looked. "... Now here you are, plotting with a witch on how to kill another witch," Regina remarked, chuckling sadistically as she finally let go of Celine’s jaw. The latter used her right hand to rub her jaw while her left hand was balled into a fist beside her. But Regina couldn’t care less about that and folded her arms in front of her chest. "Are you going to help me or not?" Celine asked, her voice a bit calmer now. "Do you have no idea how aggravating it is to watch the man you love bring in a replacement in the form of our sworn enemies? To watch him... To watch him slip away from your grasp?" Marcellus couldn’t help but scoff to himself even though he knew he was supposed to be hiding and silent. He knew that Regina didn’t give a rat’s ass about anything Celine was saying right now and that made things all the more amusing. "Aww. You’re doing this for love?" Regina asked, resting her head on her hands as she fluttered her eyelids in a show of mock pity. "You poor thing. Don’t worry, I’ll help you... For a price, of course." Celine ignored her obvious mocking tone and nodded her head. "Name your price." Regina smirked coldly, a sadistic light glinting in her eyes as her black hooded cloak blew into the night wind. She stretched out her right hand, causing a magical parchment to appear above her palms, floating ominously. Marcellus felt a fleeting sense of pity for Celine but at the same time, he was interested to watch his latest victim fall into something unknown. "Are you willing to make a deal with the devil, hon?" Regina queried, placing her index finger under Celine’s jaw and forcing her to meet her gaze. "Just sign this soul-binding contract, and I’ll do what you wish." Marcellus found it amazing how Celine had managed to get herself under the control and mercy of two hybrids in the span of barely a day. "I don’t care. Just do what I ask and do it well." Celine blurted, stretching out her hand and asking for a pen. Regina gave her one and Celine signed the contract without bothering to read through it. Again... Rookie mistake. Regina grinned as the contract disappeared into thin air when Celine was done signing it. "Under the light of the moon, I promise to use whatever means possible to take Odessa Pierce’s life," Regina remarked solemnly, almost making Marcellus snigger out loud. Almost... Anyway, with all said and done, Celine walked away from the outskirts of the pack, clutching onto the hem of her nightgown while scanning her gaze around cautiously. Marcellus glanced at Cullen just then and didn’t need to say a word to get a message across to him. The two of them stepped out of the shadow, walking toward Regina who seemed to be preparing to leave. "I should’ve known that it was you boys," Regina said with a scoff as she turned around and gazed directly at Marcellus and Cullen who managed to get some meters away from her. She smirked at Marcellus for a few seconds before turning her gaze to Cullen who stared at her with disgust. "Cullen," Regina muttered casually, seeming disinterested in saying anything more to the lad. Cullen harrumphed before he nodded curtly at her. "Regina." Marcellus glanced at the two of them but now wasn’t the time to revisit any past events between the two of them. "Regina, what are you doing in this pack again?" Marcellus asked, his voice cold as he stepped forward. A single step powered by his magic caused the grass in a several-meter radius to wither, but Regina remained unfazed as she stared blankly at his face. "I don’t come bearing any news from the true lord of the North, unfortunately. I’m strictly here for business and now I must complete my end of the bargain." Marcellus dimmed his eyes, not buying the charade. There was something she was not telling him. "What loopholes do you wish to utilize in this ’deal’ of yours if you don’t mind me asking?" He queried, tilting his head. Regina smirked, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light before she responded. "Well, I told dear old Luna Celine that I would use ’whatever’ means possible to kill Odessa Pierce," Regina remarked, seeming proud of herself. "Whatever means includes something deliciously dubious. Like say... Striking her down at the South American Alpha king’s upcoming welcoming ball."