Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Third POV

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Patience was the key to what she was doing. Over the past 6 weeks she had gained trust. Disguised under the perfect persona of Belle, the well- mannered omega, every smile, every “good morning” in the halls and her gothic appearance was like a coiled serpent who was biding its time. The moment had come to act. She was not only going to destroy Auren and her pup, she was going to destroy Lucien as well. And only if she wanted, she might spare Lucien. That too, if he showed her some loyalty after Auren’s death.

Over the past weeks, she had been slowly giving hallucinogens to Auren in her “special” tea. Auren used to feel calm, but when the hallucinogens worked, she would scream and act weird. It was enough for her to plant seeds of doubt in the minds of omegas and guards that she was unwell, that the curse was taking its root, and that she was going to die in a few months.

But Sable was curious to know about all the tattoos that had disappeared from Lucien’s body. Though the omega had said that he had got a patch up job done, she wasn’t convinced. Secretly, she checked his hospital records and didn’t find any procedure related to the tattoos. That’s how she wondered if the curse was lifting. Then she heard rumors that Auren was Alpha Lucien’s mate. Fury blasted inside her chest. If that was the case, it was possible that the tattoos disappeared for they were bound to the legacy of the Shadowfang Alphas. And if that was the case, surely Auren would survive the birthing of her pup. That complicated everything.

Sable had to do something, and do if fast. As she stood before vanity in the omega quarters, she applied a dark concealer over the ridged edges of her mask. She had practiced it a lot because with one wrong stroke, someone might see the fine seam near her jawline.

Two days ago she handed Vivi a fabricated letter in which she asked for a leave citing “a personal family emergency.” Vivi had asked her if she needed help to go to her home, but she had declined it politely. She was granted two days off and it was enough time for what she needed to do. A smirk appeared on her lips when she remembered how Auren acted like a moon crazy woman, imagining ants on her body.

It wasn’t easy to mix hallucinogens in her tea, because Vivi would ask her to taste it before giving it to the Luna. So she would make it, taste it in front of Vivi, and then while on her way to give it to Auren, she would quickly add a drop of moonshade in her tea. It was risky, but it was worth it.

It was evening. The sun had dipped low in the sky. She journeyed out under the disguise of visiting her ailing aunt in the Iron Fang pack, but instead she slipped into the human town where she was going to meet Fred, her boyfriend.

Fred was already waiting for her at the bus station. “Mirabelle!” he said and picked her up. He kissed her tenderly and grinned. “I missed you babe. Have you really left that job?” he asked as her put her down.

She gave him a soft smile. “Yes. Too many weirdos in that place. I told them I quit and walked.”

Fred laughed. Holding her hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Good. You deserve better, and you can stay with me forever.”

She cooed softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheeks. He sighed as he leaned into her. “I have a small request though,” she said, resting her head on his chest.

He hugged her tightly, feeling emotional. “Anything for you, sweetie.”

“Don’t tell Uncle Tom about it. He will be heartbroken. I mean I didn’t exactly give my employers a chance to find another cook.”

Fred cupped her cheeks and lifted her face to look at him. “I won’t, sweetie. You think so much about us.” Then he pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’m lucky to have found you.”

She giggled and slapped his chest. She let him take her out for dinner. As she sipped orange soda, she pretended to listen about his modelling assignments. Everything was perfect. All she had to do was go to the shop where she had ordered her “stuff” and then return in two days.

That night when she went to Fred’s quarters, she saw Tom. “Good evening, Uncle!” she chirped. He looked pretty ill, walking slowly, shuffling toward the main hall with a walking stick in his hand.

“Mirabelle!” His eyes gleamed. “How are you? What a lovely surprise!”

She giggled. “I’m well. How are you, Uncle Tom?” She went and hugged him, but in her mind, she was cursing him. If he talked to anyone at the Shadowfang pack that she was here, her web would start to unravel.

“Old man woes,” he chuckled.

She removed herself. Adjusting her scarf, she said with the sweetest smile she could muster. “It’s lovely to see you!”

His kind eyes crinkled “What are you doing here, Mirabelle?”

She looked at Fred with a forlorn expression. “I missed him. So I came to meet him.”

“Aww… that’s sweet of you

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3:15 PM

Chapter 122

“Say… would you join us for tea?” she said, her voice sugary.

“Of course!” Tom said with enthusiasm.

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“Give me a minute!” she said and rushed toward the kitchen. She heard Fred and Tom talking eagerly in the main room. As she made tea, she took out a small green pouch secretly, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. She emptied the contents of the pouch–nightshade and monkshood–a slow–working poison into Tom’s tea. It would make it look like he had caught a severe infection after he drank it. In one day, he would be feverish, confused, and sweating. Then he would collapse in his bed, never waking again.

She served them all tea, and sat with Fred. The three of them talked about the Shadowfang pack and laughed and remembered stupid things. For the next three hours, nothing happened as Sable watched Tom keenly. Then she sighed, “I’m tired, sweetheart.”

Fred kissed her on cheeks. “You should sleep.” He took her hand and they went to his bedroom. She heard Tom also retiring to his bedroom. As soon as they were in, Fred pinned her to bed, and soon they were having sex. She allowed him to have sex with her because she was also feeling like she needed it. Fred would do for now.

In the morning, when she woke up, she grunted, looking at her phone.

“What’s wrong?” Fred asked sleepily.