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Chapter 472
Chapter 0472 Chapter Hannah
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As the four traitors walked into the room, Marcus gripped his champagne glass so tight that the stem snapped in his hands. Nearby guests gasped as the foamy drink spilled onto the floor, but Marcus didn't even seem to notice. He just stared at his four cohorts in shock. "As you can all tell by now," Noah said, turning to address the guests, "this is no regular engagement party. Rather, I suppose you could call it an... intervention."
I turned and pointed at Marcus, raising my voice for all to hear. "Marcus tried to kill us and will try again. Doctor Patel, what was the name of the drug that Noah's father slipped into our wine?" "Scopolamine," Doctor Patel replied, to which Marcus's face paled slightly.
But Marcus quickly schooled his expression and let out a wry laugh, turning toward the door. "This is preposterous, Noah-attempting to humiliate your own father in this way. I'm leaving."
"Oh, no you're not," Viona hissed, stepping in front of the door. Marcus laughed, murmuring something about a female Beta as he tried to shove past her. Drake just wrapped his arm around his neck and wrestled Marcus into a nearby chair. "U-Unhand me!" Marcus growled, struggling uselessly against Drake's iron grip. "I won't stand for this!"
Viona just snapped her fingers and the guards, who'd been stationed outside every entrance, flooded into the room and surrounded him.
I grabbed the bottle of wine from my Beta's hands and popped the cork as I strode over to him.
"Hold open his mouth," Noah commanded. Drake grinned impishly and gripped Marcus's cheeks, forcing his mouth open.
With a smile of my own, I held the bottle over his mouth. By now, the confused murmurs had nearly grown to a din, but I raised my voice over the noise.
"There is a lethal dose of scopolamine in this bottle," I said, tilting it so that the first drop of red wine landed on Marcus's tie, barely missing his tongue. "The bottle that he intended for Noah and I to drink since the first two didn't kill us as quickly as he hoped "Hannah, darling, what is going on?!" my father shouted. "This cannot be-"
I held up my hand to stop him. As I did, I lowered the bottle, causing Marcus's writhing to temporarily slow. He looked like a wild animal as he glared up at me.
"But," I said, turning to Noah, "we will give Marcus a chance to confess. Won't we, my love?"
Noah nodded and stepped forward. Drake released his grip on Marcus's face, although two guards kept him held to the chair with iron grips.
"Confess, father," Noah commanded, leaning forward and gripping the arms of the chair. "Confess to your plot with the four people who just entered the room, and I'll consider letting you live. A courtesy that you never afforded me, Hannah, or our daughter." Marcus was silent for several long moments, his eyes frantically roving back and forth across the room.
He seemed so small now, so helpless, but no one seemed keen on helping him-not even his cohorts, who had once been terrified of him.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
Finally, he sighed and nodded. Noah straightened and folded his arms as he stared down at him. My grip tightened around the neck of the wine bottle.
"Very well," Marcus said, sounding more exasperated than anything else. "If you insist."
The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop as Marcus began telling his story.
"It's true," he said. "I intended to kill Hannah and her child, and eventually, my own son."
Noah stiffened, but remained silent. Even if I wanted to speak, the shard of ice in my throat wouldn't have allowed any words to come out.
"All these years, all I wanted was what was best for Nightcrest." He jerked his head toward Zoe. "I needed her blood. The blood of the Black Wolf."
A soft gasp rippled through the room at that. I'd heard legends of the Black Wolf before-a creature of legend that was said to take over the world. The antithesis of the Moon Goddess. A werewolf with such dark magic in its veins that it could control our kind, even rogues, and fill the world with shadow and plague and war. But it was just a story. A tale to keep children from wandering in the darkness at night.
"I wanted Nightcrest to be the greatest pack there ever was," Marcus continued. "So I carefully cultivated a relationship between my son and Zoe in the hopes that their child, the heir to Nightcrest, would become the powerful Black Wolf of legend.
"But... thanks to this one," he said, flashing me an evil little sneer, "Noah kept avoiding Zoe. Even cutting 'the mate bond and plying him with scopolamine to erase Hannah from his memory wasn't enough to keep the lovebirds apart."