Chapter 34
Gideon
Celeste hadn’t been answering her phone for the last few days, and I finally figured out why. She had lied. Now that the pack had her documents, everything they needed to ruin her, I wondered why she’d taken a few days off. Was she suspicious of them? Could she be catching on?
I checked the spyware I’d set up on her laptop.
There was a notification that she’d used it from a new IP address, which was conveniently located at the home of Pack Valence - a pack she used to date, one I'd hoped would take her off my hands.
I looked at the screen, wondering what she was doing.
Perhaps she lied to cover up the fact that she wanted to go screw her ex-boyfriend.
I checked their social media, and it looked like they were on vacation, but not with her.
I could only imagine that she wanted to stay in their luxury mansion to avoid work.
Either way, I needed the Lockwood boys to release those documents to the press soon, or I’d have to take matters into my own hands.
I sat back at my desk, irritated at the new development. Nothing was moving fast enough. Nothing was under control.
Then the phone rang. It was Elijah - and he’d better be calling with good news.
I tasked him with finding out when the pack would release her information so that the next portion of the plan could be put into place.
So far, they seemed to be dithering about, which didn’t surprise me.
They were a pathetic bunch of losers who could only dream of achieving the things that I could do.
I picked it up, my fingers tight with irritation. “Elijah,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, though a part of me was already impatient with his lack of progress.
“Change of plans.” He said, and from the hushed tone of his voice, I knew he found something big.
“What is it?” I asked, already trying to calculate my next more.
“I have to talk quickly. You won’t believe this, but I’m pretty sure Celeste is the pack’s scent match.” I paused, then fought myself from throwing the phone.
“They are scent matched?” I hissed. The missing pieces snapped together in my mind. How could this be? My plans, my control, unraveling by a single slip.
“All of them?” I barked, my voice sharp, trembling with anger. “That omega… that stupid, worthless omega has been hiding this?!”
Elijah spoke in a hushed tone. “Yes. It explains why the pack won’t turn on her. It also explains where the other two are. I had a contact check, and their car is at the guest house of one of the packs she used to date.”
My hand shook, a rare betrayal of emotion. “This changes everything,” I growled. “We can’t wait. Not a moment longer.”
I began pacing, the room tight with my rage.
My thoughts raced. If Pack Lockwood was her scent match…
if they were protecting her… then I had to get rid of all of them, and quickly.
There was only one path forward. Only one way to ensure she didn’t slip from my reach, and that my plans stayed intact.
“Plan B,” I said aloud, almost tasting the words. “We initiate Plan B immediately. Send the team. We have a small window where they are together, in a place with no witnesses. The pack must be eliminated. Make it look like a murder-suicide. No mistakes.”
Elijah’s voice was calm on the line, but I could hear his hesitancy.
“I'm at the pack's house, Dante is in the next room. Can he be spared?” He asked, and I ground my teeth. Even after everything, this stupid beta still had loyalty to his friend. Didn’t he realize that alpha would throw him away in a heartbeat? He wasn’t even part of their pack.
“No, Elijah. The files will be released online today. Pack Lockwood will look like they are behind it, and kill her in a fit of rage. She’ll defend herself, and somehow none of them will be left.
Yes, extreme, but our hands are tied now.
” I said. “Get him to the house before the black market pack arrives. I’ll give you thirty minutes to drop him there.
He can’t be trusted. He’ll pick her over you.
” there was a pause before Elijah answered.
If he faltered, I’d have to have him taken out too.
“Understood.” He said, with resignation.
I ended the call, taking a moment to let the fire of fury and calculation settle into a deadly calm before contacting the mercenary pack that I’d hired to take out the Lockwood boys.
They’d need a slight change of plans, but with the amount I was paying, I was sure they would figure it out.
All of them - Pack Lockwood and Celeste - needed to go.
Once I’d updated the black market pack, I felt the calm settle over me again.
Celeste had lied. She’d somehow scent matched with this idiotic pack, and kept it a secret for months.
No wonder they’d stalled once they found the documents.
They were probably trying to find a way to work it out.
But no one knew they were fated. So, it would still be very obvious to the public why they would want to hurt her once the documents were released.
Everything I had worked for, the control, the consolidation of power, was within reach again. It would be messy, and slightly suspicious, but with the release of the files there would be motive. And I trusted the pack I hired would be able to do what was needed to make it look real.
Unfortunately for Celeste, her lies had caused her demise. I shook my head, almost smiling at the irony. The whole time, that pack who hated her ended up being her match. It explained everything. But it also doomed them - a true Romeos and Juliet love story, complete with an unhappy end.
And this time, no one would stand in my way.