Chapter 51
As I played around the glass of iced tea, I waited patiently, expecting someone.
It didn’t take long for Rowland to materialize beside me, a grin on his face.
“The traitor after Alpha Kaene’s life has been confirmed,” I stated casually like it was another Monday. “Do you have any information on changes with Catherine or her plans p>
Rowland had been helping me spy on Catherine, monitoring her movements to make sure she didn’t do anything that would endanger Phoebe’s life.
The woman was a ticking time bomb and I couldn’t let her deviate away from the plan I had set for her.
“Nothing new with her. She’s just been going around making some calls relating to the Ball last night.” Rowland shook his head but then added. “Would you like me to spy on Elsa Thatcher too p>
I arched an eyebrow, glancing at Rowland.
“Don’t tell me you have your eyes on her?” I asked with an amused tone.
He sniggered, rubbing his palms together. “Come on, Negan, it’s been so long. Do you remember the glory days of our teenage years? When we’d go around picking any fair maiden of our choice and have our way with them p>
Oh, how could I forget?
I’d been much more… Wilder back then, driven by my desire to cause as much pain as possible to werewolf kind.
No one was safe from my hold back then.
“Things have changed since then, Rowland.” I chuckled, placing a palm on his shoulder. “But don’t worry. Once we’ve used Elsa for our plan, you can do whatever you want with her p>
He might see it as me giving him a present, knowing Rowland, but I saw it as merely getting rid of an annoying pest that had gotten on my nerves time and time again.
Elsa Thatcher might not know it, but her kind were the ones I hated the most.
The high-class werewolves who thought they were better than the lower class. Who constantly treated them like trash.
They’d be the first to go when our glorious organization has finally taken over every pack on the planet.
“I can’t wait.” Rowland grinned mischievously, licking his lips and looking like he was about to pounce on some meat.
I shook my head, proceeding to walk forward. “In the meantime, keep me updated on the happenings of Lockwood Enterprises, would you? Let me know if there are any hindrances we have to… Remove p>
Without another word, I continued walking, hoping to find Phoebe in the Alpha mansion.
When I got to the Alpha’s mansion, I expertly sneaked inside and found myself in Phoebe’s suite, where she was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
I was able to keep myself hidden with a cloaking spell that I’d mastered over the years, allowing me to blend in with the surroundings and keeping me unnoticeable from normal werewolves.
Anyway, I watched her intently, dimming my eyes when she suddenly sighed and sat up.
“I can’t deal with any of this.” She complained to herself, rubbing her forehead with frustration. “Why do I feel so helpless? Kaene doesn’t deserve this betrayal p>
Hmph… How rich.
I almost felt pity, not because I felt bad for Kaene. Oh, far from it.
But now that I thought about it, I didn’t know why I almost felt pity for her.
She was merely a pawn, her feelings didn’t concern me.
Just then, she got up, stretching like a cat.
Things didn’t end there as she began peeling off her clothes, much to my excitement.
Seeing her body, from her robust white skin and plump breasts, which shook with almost every movement she made, to the wavy brunette hair that reached right above her ass.
“A bubble bath wouldn’t hurt.” She muttered, taking off her bra and underwear before walking to the bathroom, unaware that she had a spectator.
My grin widened as I made to follow her, but then I paused when I realized that I was letting my impulses control me.
’This isn’t you, Negan. Get your head back in the game.’ I scolded myself mentally.
I’d originally planned to spy on Phoebe and see if she had any weaknesses I could use to my advantage, but it seemed she was the one drawing out my weakness.
My weakness for a well-endowed body.
Heading for the door, I was about to step out when I felt a tingle over my body.
My brows creased into a frown as I hurriedly opened the door and stepped out, still under my cloaking spell.
Something was wrong.
I could feel it and had an idea of what it was. Or rather, who it was.
“It seems the spell I placed on that Miranda girl is weakening,” I muttered, feeling the spell’s power gradually waning away.
That was expected since it was pretty simple. All I’d do was place certain ideas into her head, making it seem like it was hers.
The ’idea’ was that Phoebe and I were having an affair.
Alongside that idea, was also the will to make her want to share her suspicions with the others, building into a web of gossip started by her.
She’d served her purpose already so I didn’t see it necessary renewing the spell in her head.
However, I was curious to see what she was up to as the spell began losing effect.
“What do you mean you can’t remember saying any of that?” A maid, Brittany, whispered to Miranda, the both of them standing outside in one of the gardens.
I hid myself as I listened to their conversation.
Anyway, Miranda scratched the back of her head, looking confused. “I’m telling you, Brittany, I can’t remember telling you any of that. Why would I? I don’t want to get fired for saying something that’ll get me in trouble p>
Brittany blinked at her, seeming speechless.
“What kind of prank is this?” She threw her hands into the air listlessly. “So you mean you can’t remember all our conversations about Beta Negan and the Luna and their affair p>