CHAPTER FIVE : YULIA!
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My father snapped his head immediately to face me, his eyes drawn in suspicion.
I swallowed, struggling to keep my docile facade up, but I knew just how smart and cunning my dad was.
He could see through my acts without missing a beat if I made one mistake.
I curled my fist knowing if that happened, then he would leave me locked in here.
My wolf was already weak from the drugs still running down my veins.
And it would be foolish to keep on fighting them in my condition.
Sighing, I parted my lips to continue.
“But I have to speak to him first.
I made a mistake dad, and only now do I realise it,” I breathed, putting on the meekest look I could make, as I continued.
“I was hurt earlier when I saw Marcel and Nate together.
But you’re right, I’m a she-wolf after all, and Marcel is an alpha.
It’s not my business who he f***s, just as long as I become his Luna, I’m okay.
I’m just like you, Dad.
I love the power this position has to offer,” I said, sounding eager.
Hoping my voice did not give my poor acting skills away.
But seeing the way a smile tugged on his lips, I knew he fell for my act.
“I knew you’d come to your senses,” he muttered proudly, as I put on a great show of smiling brightly.
“I’m your flesh and blood after all,” I replied.
“Hmm, I'll bring Marcel down now, for you to talk,” he said, moving to leave again.
My eyes widened in fear, as I spoke hastily, halting his steps.
“I think I should eat something before I speak with Marcel, Dad, I can barely speak well as it is.
I don’t want my weakness or worse to pass out when I’m apologizing to him,” I said, breathing heavily.
My father observed me with a frown as he nodded.
I watched as his eyes grew distant, and I knew he was speaking through the mind link.
A few seconds later, two guards came down the stairs and towards where he stood.
My father’s gaze moved to me, and I understood that it was his silent approval for me to order.
I put on a fake overly wide smile of happiness as I spoke.
“Inform Yulia to get me Marcel’s favorite pistachio pie,” I smiled, turning to face my father with a pout as I spoke.
“I think it’s better if Marcel came down to eat with me as we spoke.
Seeing his favorite food might soften his heart towards me, don’t you think so too, Dad?”
My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for him. My father had called for him a while ago already, and he…my thoughts immediately paused the second my gaze landed on those familiar grey eyes.
“Marcel…I feared you would refuse to see me. I know you must be angry about my foolish behavior earlier,” I said softly, when I saw him walking down the stairs.
I deliberately avoided his gaze as I put on the perfect shy act.
Marcel’s eyes widened in shock at my submissive attitude. Then, he shook his head immediately, stepping away from my father and closer to my cell, but still a few feet from the silver gate.
“It’s okay, Alina. I know you acted on impulse, so I don’t blame you. But you hurt Nate, so you’ll need to apologize to him,” he said Nate’s name so protectively that it made me want to rip his throat out.
A second later, I watched as the guard sent to bring Yulia walked into the dungeon.
My heart pounded anxiously when I saw Yulia materialize behind him with a tray of food.
Her head was bowed in submission as she stepped closer to where Marcel stood beside my dad, ignoring me completely.
My father nodded seeing her, and then his gaze shifted to Marcel and then... to mine with a warning look.
“I’ll take my leave now. I trust Alina knows what to say. She understands the importance of this alliance,” he said, holding my gaze with darkness swirling in his unfeeling eyes.
I gave a sickly sweet smile while muttering, “I do, Father,” watching him disappear fully from the stairs.
“Yulia, serve the food,” I commanded watching as
Yulia handed Marcel his plate of pie, with her head still down in submission, and then, she moved closer to my cell.
The gate was locked, so she passed my plate through the gap, as the silver burned her flesh and she flinched slightly. But I kept my tongue from saying ‘sorry,’ not wanting to alert the guards to our familiarity.
The guards! s**t, I completely forgot about them.
My gaze subtly shifted to them, knowing I needed to find a way to get rid of them, or they might interfere with my plans.
I turned to Marcel, my eyes downcast with a shy, dejected look as I spoke.
“Marcel, please, can you dismiss the guards? My actions earlier already brought enough shame to you. I’d rather not discuss it here with others. It might ruin your reputation,” I said, and Marcel’s eyes widened in agreement, ordering the guards away.
My gaze flickered to Yulia, and sensing my gaze on hers, our eyes clashed.
I flickered my eyes towards the keys attached to the back pocket of one of the guards, and then to hers hoping she understood what I meant.
“I still need to apologize to you for earlier,” my meek voice interrupted, grabbing Marcel’s attention.
“We’ve known each other for years, and I should have known better than to overreact as I did earlier.
I was even foolish enough to reject a man like you,” I choked, watching as he scooped a spoonful of pie and ate.
I paused, half expecting something to happen, knowing Marcel’s allergy usually kicked in right away... yet nothing.
My fingers trembled, watching him take another spoonful, yet…He wasn’t reacting!
I took a deep, steadying breath, knowing I had to stay patient. Then I continued, “Actually, earlier, my wolf was hurt at the sight of you having s*x with Nate. She couldn’t take it, and that’s why I overreacted.
But now, I’m back to my senses, my father made me see how bad my actions were. And you are my fated mate, after all, and my wolf will always long for you, no matter what… even if you broke my heart.
Yes, I was hurt earlier seeing you so intimate with Nate, but now I understand your love for Nate clearly.
As long as you still accept me as the Luna to your pack, I’ll take…” And just at that moment, Marcel’s choking sounds came as he coughed loudly.
My heart thundered, wondering if that was it, and the pistachios were finally taking their effect.
But then, he calmed down, giving me a small smile, “I knew you were a smart girl Alina. That’s why I chose you to carry my heirs and be my breeder,” Marcel said with a smug, satisfied smile, immensely pleased with my words as he continued eating.
I looked at where Yulia stood, a breath of relief leaving me, knowing she did not fail me.
At that instant, Marcel coughed again, and I knew it was time to act.
“Yulia, pass Marcel the juice.
The pie must be rough in his throat,” I said softly, ensuring my expression looked worried enough.
Marcel smiled gratefully at me and accepted the glass of juice she handed him from the tray.
Yulia’s gaze finally flickered to mine the instant the glass touched Marcel’s lips, and her mouth curled into the briefest smirk.
That was enough to tell me my plan was in motion. Yulia had done what I expected her to do. She had not placed the pistachios in Marcel's food; that would have been too obvious. Rather, she placed them in the juice.
I watched Marcel gulp the juice, and his face grew deathly pale almost immediately.
A satisfied smile played on my lips watching his hands move to his throat, tightening and clawing around it and he gasped in pain and fear.
Then, his gaze darted to me, pleading for help, but he must have seen it in my eyes. The cruel taste of victory because betrayal glinted in his gaze as his eyes rolled to the back.
Yulia stood stiffly watching Marcel fall to the hard ground with a thump.
And then, her lips curled, slowly, when her eyes met mine. That was until a full-blown smile burst on her face.
“How were my acting skills?” She muttered slyly.
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