His Plump Mate (Book 1: The 'His' Series) novel Chapter 634

Julian POV

“What news do you have?” I asked my warrior.

“She is well. She returned to Blackstone yesterday.”

“What about Kaia? Has she been eliminated?”

“No. Sinclair and Thalia were with her. So were their mates. We went in after they left. They destroyed the server room, and all the casuals were eliminated. Ricky was also eliminated.”

“There were several trained hitmen in that room. How did they survive?”

“That part is unknown, Alpha.”

“I have parts being delivered for the tool. Have you been able to find out about the Purple Atlantonite?” I asked.

“No. I’m still searching. There are guards in the area I need to get to, but I can’t get in undetected.”

“We need the distraction. That was supposed to happen with the elimination of Kaia. She has no real marriage license in the human world. Her father gets the company, and Black Enterprises becomes an extension of my empire. Try to get her eliminated. Stage it as an accident. I don’t care what you do, just make sure everyone goes to her aid and get me what I need.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

I hang up the phone. I am overly frustrated. I have been trying and trying to get through the stronghold without detection. I remember the prophecy well. If I go in before I’m ready, then I will lose. I need to make sure I have what I need and develop the tool.

I only want Thalia to weaken Mia’s resolve and to let Aiden go feral. That will bring instability to the pack, which will be needed to shake the foundation before the war.

I need Sinclair to help me with hacking systems. I need to set the stage for her to leave willingly. I have my people keeping an eye on her. She will do what I need, when the time comes.

I decide to call Ronan. I’m paying him handsomely. He will need to get in line or be eliminated.

“What?”

“I need you to cause another distraction at Ironclaw. They have something I need in order to finish my tool. Focus on eliminating the Luna,” I said.

“Two hundred and fifty now, and another two fifty after the job is completed,” he said.

“Done,” I said.

I hung up, logged into my bank account, and made the first transfer. Then I texted Ronan.

[Julian: I want results by end of next week.]

[Ronan: Sure. Whatever.]

Bastard. He’s been happily fucking Candy. He told me last week that she fantasizes about how she is going to ruin Sinclair while he fucks her. He said she gets wild and the more depraved the fantasy, the wilder she becomes.

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