Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Third POV

She chuckled. "It's nothing great actually. It's just that I found a journal of rare wolf myths in the library a few days ago. It also contained information about some Bride Bane's curse on Shadowfang pack."

Auren's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

Sable gulped. "It is not my place to tell you about the curse, but the entire pack knows about it. I thought I might help you if I could with whatever info I found." She started wringing her hands in front of her to appear innocent and flustered. "If you don't want, I'll—"

"No! I want to know about it," Auren said. "Where is the journal?”

Sable smiled sweetly. The trap was laid. Hook, line and sinker. "It's in row twelve of the library. I can take you there."

Auren got up immediately, excitement showing on her face. "Please do!"

They were on their way to the library, which was mostly empty. No one other than the cleaners visited it for dusting and keeping it clean. Sable opened the door for Auren. She led her to row twelve. "It's right there," she pointed. "I'll guide you to it and then leave. Vivi is calling me for some

work!"

"Oh, it's fine," Auren replied. "I'll find my way. You may go."

to her before leaving. She walked out of the library and locked it from outside quietly so that Auren wouldn't hear the

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by chance when she was a stripper. The witch had given her potions that not only helped her alter her appearance slightly, it also helped her change her scent. But she didn't just depend on the potions, she

reached the kitchen. The first explosion boomed, rattling the windows and doors of the manor. Chaos ensued. People screamed and ran out to see what it was. She saw Beta Tarian sprinting toward the training arena. Lucien was in his

what was going on. She chanted another spell. More explosions took place. The kitchen was empty now. Sable made her way to the knife stand, and drew two butcher knives. Then

the twin butcher knives beneath her apron. Pure bedlam had descended on the manor. There were shrieks, hurried boots, and commands. Though she couldn't see the flames that were now engulfing the training arena, she could smell the smoke. Her

for ever since her plans to pull down Auren at the High Council had gone awry. Ever

trapped. Unaware of the mayhem outside. Exactly

thought that Auren must be reading the journal, completely oblivious of what was happening in the manor. She was going to take her by surprise. Kill her smoothly. She knew that Auren's wolf had come out. She was huge and powerful. But fate was on her side. Auren wouldn't

air. She liked it because it was a smell of distraction, of opportunity. She reached

as calm as she had left it. The chaos outside hadn't touched this part of

journal was lying on the table. She gritted her teeth, hating it. She snapped her eyes to the right to find her. She picked up her smell and

in the manor, and the one behind

Sable's smile twisted.

her knives. She crept forward, blade gleaming under the light, boots silent

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of fear though. It was her rage as she remembered how Lucien chose Auren, a pathetic omega over her. Of Tarian hunting the witch in the forest. Of Lucien throwing

first knife and aimed it at her throat. She

just as she took that final step, Auren turned. Their eyes