“That was smooth,” Liam complimented quietly.
“Hmm,” I responded, looking up at the sky.
I just hoped I got some answers out of him. I had a few things in my possession that would get him to speak, and if not him, then I’d find someone who would give me the answers that we needed.
“So, we’ll followsecretly and keep hidden away,” Marcel said.
The bedroom door was open as I finished getting ready for the evening. I had chosen a strapless beige lace dress that reached just below my knees, curled my hair, and slipped on a pair of matching beige heels. I wasn’t wearing any jewellery, and as I applied my makeup, making sure to cover up my mate mark, my mind once again went to my love.
My wolf’s whimper in my mind squeezed at my heart, but what could I do? There was nothing that could take away the pain of the fact that he had died protecting me. I should have died that day, not him. I closed my eyes, holding the lipstick in my fingers tightly. It took me a moment for that anguish to calm within me, and, exhaling softly, I continued to apply my make-up.
“Yeah, we have a locator on Aunty; we just need to be careful,” Liam agreed with Marcel.
I had messaged the man, who I learned was named Carlos, and he was going to meet me at the corner. I had told him that my ‘husband and stepson’ were going to be going out for the night, and I wouldn’t mind himshowing me around. Of course, he had jumped at the offer. I just hoped we got answers.
I was carrying my bag with a few items that may come in use. However, I also had some weapons on me. Down the back of my dress, I had hidden two thin blades, and the few pins I had used in my hair to hold my curls to the side were dipped in poison.
I walked out into the sitting room of our suite, only for Marcel and Liam to stop talking.
“Wow, you look gorgeous, Aunty.” Liam smiled.
“And very young,” Marcel added, scratching his beard. “I hope this man behaves.”
“I assure you, you don’t need to worry. No one gets to misbehave with me,” I replied with a small smile.
“Passive-aggressive, I like it.” Liam winked at me.
“Not at all, just stating facts. I’ll be reporting to Raven on your behaviour,” I threatened jokingly, making him grin. Well, if anyone did cross the line, I didn’t forgive easily.
“Does Alejandro know what you’re doing?” Marcel asked.
“I’m not a child. Now you two should get going.” I glanced at the clock on the wall, and they both stood up.
An hour later, I was laughing along with Carlos. It wasn’t hard to pretend; I had been raised to be a good host and play the part. Those teachings came into use many times over the years. I poured him another glass of wine that was set on the table before us. I had been able to slip in the extra drug to get him to open up when he had gone to get us some food.
We were outside at a restaurant. Music was playing loudly, and I was relieved that I couldn’t sense any other werewolves around. I had a feeling Carlos brought me here on purpose so none of his pack would see us. Well, that worked for me. I rested my elbow on the table, reaching over and smiling sweetly as I brushed back one of his brown curls.
“You have beautiful eyes,” I commented, knowing Liam and Marcel were close by somewhere hidden away, listening and probably watching.
“You think so? I don’t think they are anything compared to yours,” he said huskily, sitting forward. He was a handsome man and much younger than me, which was horrifying.
“Thank you.” I smiled seductively, brushing my fingers through my thick curls.
“So, Malika… isn’t it? That’s a beautiful name…” The drug was taking effect… perfect.
“Do you think so?” I asked, placing my hand on his thigh. He tensed, his eyes blazing blue, and I almost smirked. He was so far gone he didn’t even have control over his wolf. Forcing myself to run my hand up his thigh, I leaned closer. “So, tell me, what is your rank in the Fuego de Ceniza Pack?” I whispered. His eyes widened, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.
“What? How do you…” I ran my hand closer up his thigh, and he blinked his eyes, becoming slightly hooded again.
“Shush... now tell me, what are you? A warrior? Maybe a Delta?” I whispered.
“Uh… I’m a guard, you know… I’m, like, meant to be a guard for the Alpha’s family, but, you know, most of them are abroad. So it’s kind of been quiet,” he sighed. “I don’t know how this pack is going to survive if our Alpha doesn’t come back.”
“Where has he gone?” I asked, removing my hand from his thigh and instead running it up and down his arm slowly.
“To get revenge. You know, we have been wronged.”
“Oh no… How?”
