Chapter 207
Marcellus’ POV
Kaelos was unravelling and Marcellus enjoyed watching it happen. On the same day after the lord of the North’s broadcast, there was a meeting in Kaelos’ office.
During the meeting, Marcellus sat silently, watching as Delta Axel ranted and tried to place all the blame on witches. As expected.
Werewolves and the people of Earth at large were so easy to sway with the right information spread out.
Unfortunately for Delta Axel, Kaelos seemed to have run out of his mercy card that day and killed him by snapping his neck when the former mentioned that he’d rather join the lord of the North’s side.
Marcellus found the situation hilarious because he had been plotting on how to take out the rest of Kaelos’ Council after the Gamma’s betrayal.
After the Delta’s death, Marcellus brought in the Delta’s daughter who revealed to Kaelos after a lot of “persuasion” that her father had been colluding with Gamma Zane and Celine before their deaths.
Marcellus was impressed at how the Delta was able to keep his distance from the attempted coup… But alas, the Delta still tasted death because of his foolishness.
“This all means that you’d be able to place spies as replacements for the Gamma and Delta, right?” Cullen asked him after he went back to his residence that night.
Marcellus had left Kaelos and Odessa in the former’s office and was now on his balcony with his assistant, sipping from an evening drink.
He could only imagine what those two love birds were up to now that they had some alone time.
“That’s not a bad idea, Cullen,” Marcellus remarked, drumming his fingers on the armrest of his seat. “But the thing is, would the spies be normal werewolves from Lord Ryker’s team? Or, would I need to call in a couple of artificial hybrids?” This update is available on.net
He licked his bottom lip as he thought this through, eventually shaking his head. “Something’s telling me that I’ve been too… Reckless when it comes to using my artificial hybrid gifts.”
Cullen sniggered from where he stood beside Marcellus, clearing his throat. “Oh, you don’t say
Marcellus ignored the sarcasm in his assistant’s voice and continued. “I’m going to keep a low profile for now. I still have one person under my spell within the pack.”
Cullen scoffed, leaning against the railing of the balcony. “That mere guard? Alaric? What use would he be compared to Celine? She was a bitch but at least she used her position to cause continent wide chaos with the revelation of Odessa’s hybrid nature.”
Marcellus smiled slightly, shaking his head. As usual, Cullen wasn’t seeing things from his lens. He wasn’t seeing the bigger picture.
“How exactly do you think Gamma Zane was able to rally enough pack soldiers before the coup?” Marcellus asked, glancing at Cullen after gulping down the rest of the wine in the glass.
Cullen blinked, squinting his eyes until Marcellus sighed and spoke.
“He was a conniving bastard, I’ll give him that. But if it weren’t for the gossip and seed of discord spread by Alaric’s rumors, he wouldn’t have been able to rally as many soldiers as he did.”
The Lord of the North’s worldwide broadcast was a perfect example of the power of information. Just a few clips and a few words were enough to stir so much mistrust among the werewolf populace toward witches and humans.
Propaganda groups and anti-witch posts on social media had tripled since the broadcast. At this rate riots against Kaelos’ rule were expected.
“Just watch and let me do my thing, Cullen.” Marcellus finally said, handing him his empty glass. “I need a refill on that. Be a darling, would you?”
Cullen grabbed the glass and sighed lightly before stepping out of the balcony, heading into the room.
Marcellus smirked as he watched the lad. Cullen could get under his hair sometimes but he was one of the only people he trusted.
Suddenly, Marcellus felt a tug in his mental space, as if someone was trying to telepathically get his attention. His eyebrows furrowed until he recognized the presence.
’Lord Ryker?’ Marcellus muttered mentally, feeling a small chill surge around his body.
’Marcellus. My right hand.’ Ryker responded mentally, his voice deep and brimming with power. ’How are things going at the Blood Oak pack? Are you still healing from Kaelos’ tantrum at the Charity Ball?’
Marcellus felt like he was supposed to feel some kind of embarrassment when he heard that but all he did was smirk physically before he answered.
’No, but a few updates, sir. I don’t know if Regina has informed you, but Madame Greyheart, the Luna Queen, and Gamma Zane are dead after a failed coup.’
There was a short pause, only for a heartbeat, before lord Ryker sniggered. ’Oh, yes, she informed me. Any word on who Kaelos plans to be the new Luna Queen? Don’t tell me it’s his hybrid bride.’
Marcellus sighed lightly, leaning against his chair to be more comfortable. He glanced over his shoulder into his dimly lit room where he spotted Cullen grabbing a few bottles from his wine cabinet, mixing them according to a special recipe.
’It is Odessa, my Lord. I know, Kaelos has grown—’
’Bolder? More balls?’ Ryker sniggered. ’Making a Hybrid the Luna Queen would be a recipe for disaster and anarchy if we play our cards right. Which brings me to why I’m reaching out to you.’
Marcellus dimmed his eyes slightly as he waited eagerly to hear what plan the lord of the North had now. At that same moment, Cullen finally walked over with the drink, handing it over to Marcellus.
’The Alphas of Mexico are going to reach out to Kaelos tonight because of the broadcast showing werewolves under human captivity.’ Lord Ryker said calmly.
’They’ll try making excuses for their incompetence. And if my guesses are right, Kaelos is going to take things into his hands and head there on a mission to free the wolves and resolve things.’
Marcellus listened attentively and couldn’t help but smirk as he thought about all the possibilities Lord Ryker had in mind. Soon, the latter dropped the bomb.
’Make sure at all costs that Odessa follows Kaelos on that mission. I don’t care who you have to kill or manipulate… Just make sure it happens.’