Chapter 53: _Give Them A Show

Chapter 53: _Give Them A Show Marcellus’ POV ***** A smirk curled up the corner of his lips when he heard her plan. He must say... Regina was possibly as ruthless as he was when it came to things like this. However, he was also kinda hesitant about the idea of killing Odessa. He didn’t want to do that... Not when he hasn’t unraveled all he needed to know about her. With that in mind, Marcellus’ expression became serious as he shook his head, causing Regina to tilt her head with a frown on her face. "We aren’t getting rid of Odessa yet." He muttered, a calm expression on his face. "If she dies now, it might bring some conflict, but her people would probably see her as a martyr and blame the wolves, forcing the Alpha King to probably go on with the truce." Regina seemed to relax now, but she still couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow curiously. "Why do I feel like there’s more you’re not telling me?" She asked, glancing at Cullen as well. But the latter only scoffed and completely dissociated himself from the conversation, not even wanting to look at Regina’s face. Regina rolled her eyes when she saw that but she obviously didn’t care as she turned her gaze back to Marcellus. Marcellus’ face lit up with a grin as he shrugged ominously. "Well, let’s just say I still find the powerless witch a bit interesting. I’ll want to keep her long enough to understand some things. Like why the heck she’s Kaelos’ mate." Regina still seemed uncertain about his decision but eventually shrugged. "Very well then. If you say so, I’ll stay away from the welcoming ball–" "Oh, no, no, no." Marcellus interrupted her by raising a finger, causing her eyebrows to furrow into a frown. "Still show up at the welcoming ball. I have a plan that will bring even more chaos without actually killing Odessa." He grinned, already seeing his brilliant idea in motion. It was so simple yet so deliciously chaotic. . . On the day of the welcoming ball, Marcellus went out of his way to do a few things. The first was getting his hands on a special ingredient. "Did you get it?" He asked, sitting on a chair on his balcony after he left the Alpha’s mansion after he and the other Alpha Council members had welcomed Alpha King Leonardo personally. He still cringed anytime he had to put up with that ’kind Beta’ facade but this time, it was worth it. Alpha King Leonardo was not a man to be trifled with. Unlike the brute known as Kaelos, he was calmer and more experienced, a recipe for disaster for any of his potential enemies. Marcellus was able to get all this by simply studying him when he met him. Reading people was his specialty after all. Anyway, a figure materialized out of the shadows brought by the evening sun after he asked his question and the figure turned out to be Cullen. Cullen lowered his head slightly with a small smirk on his face as he handed a small vial to Marcellus. Marcellus collected the vial, a grin curling up his lips as he stared at it for an extended period before he sighed satisfactorily. "Perfect." He muttered, keeping the vial in his front pocket before patting his pocket lightly. "The other part of the plan all lies in Regina’s hands now. Hopefully, she doesn’t fuck it up." He paused just then, scanning his gaze around the pack from where he sat up on his balcony. The pack seemed to be extra active and festive today, as people gossiped about the arrival of the South American Alpha King and what his presence might mean. Also, nobles from other packs around the continent invited by Kaelos, trooped into the pack in their fancy cars, ready to see the South American Alpha King. Marcellus stared down at all of them with contempt. It was amazing how these people could still party behind their large walls during a war that was only halted because of a truce. Amazing and disgusting... He took a sip from a drink in his hand, a calm expression on his face as he muttered. "Even though the elites are the only ones attending the ball tonight, the entire continent is watching. Scratch that, the entire world is watching." He paused yet again, glancing at Cullen who stood beside him with his hands in front of his body. "Let’s give them a show, shall we?" Marcellus uttered coldly, downing his drink in one final gulp before he stood up and adjusted his clothes. It was time to change into something suitable for the ball. . . After preparing for the ball and then interacting with Kaelos for a little while in the Alpha mansion, Marcellus finally got into the event hall meant for the ball. Kaelos seemed to be upset over something he said earlier, but Marcellus couldn’t give a rat’s ass about that and fixed his attention on Cullen, who stood a distance away. "Any word from Regina?" He queried with a whisper, scanning his gaze around the hall. The place was packed with elites and nobles of some of the purest werewolf bloodlines on the continent. And then sitting at the top floor was a small group made up of Alpha King Leonardo, his wife, Kaelos, and Odessa. Marcellus had to admit, he was a bit impressed when he saw Odessa walking in. Okay, who was he kidding?... He found her ravishing in that red dress. The thought that Kaelos would get to hit that tonight irked him to no end for an odd reason. Anyway, Cullen glanced around before he responded to his last question. "She said she’s disguised as one of the elites. She’ll strike as soon as you give her the psychic signal." Marcellus nodded, a slight grin on his face. Everything was slowly coming together. Anyway, after a lot of boring dancing and intermingling, Marcellus decided to go upstairs to ’check on’ Kaelos and the others. What he actually came there to do was use the opportunity to place the substance in the vial into Alpha King Leonardo’s drink, watching as the stupid old man drank it without suspecting anything as they laughed together. Marcellus had a warm smile on his face, but his mind was a different place entirely as he established a psychic link with Regina easily through his magic. ’Strike.’ He said to her mentally. And then it happened, Kaelos only noticing when it was too late.