Chapter 349 Captured Prey
Was it really because of the sibling contract? Aubrey stayed silent.
Ella growled irritably in her mind. If that’s what you care about, then make him go to the Moon Goddess’s origin and break it! That’s what he should do! He’s a top–tier alpha–he can do it!
Aubrey pressed her lips together.
At Roar Mountain, he was willing to die for you. Isn’t that enough? What more do you need before you’ll accept our mate?
Ella’s words sent Aubrey into deep thought.
Yes, she knew–even though Alpha Henry had a parachute, at Roar Mountain’s narrow passage no one could guarantee survival. One small mistake meant certain death. Even if the Alpha King in his prime had been there, he couldn’t have promised he’d walk away alive.
To save her, Henry had wagered his own life. If he had failed, he would have died with her.
Was that his answer? To share life and death together?
Aubrey’s head throbbed. In this second life she had always been decisive, yet when it came to Alpha Henry, she kept wavering.
She was afraid to love, afraid she’d end up with the same tragic ending as before.
“Maybe. Maybe one day I’ll accept him,” she whispered at last, rubbing her forehead. “But now’s not the time for that. Right now, we have revenge to take.”
Someone had tried to kill her, and of course she would return the favor. She had always believed in an eye for an eye.
By now the moon had risen. The werewolves who had gone out were back home, washing up and turning in. Only the patrol squads remained on the streets to keep the pack safe.
Narrowing her eyes, Aubrey dosed Candy with a harmless sleeping potion, then leapt out of Charles’s window.
When she fought those assassins yesterday, she realized they belonged to a group under Phantom. If she went there, she might uncover who had paid for her death.
Not long after leaving Charles’s house, Aubrey shifted into her wolf form and sprinted straight for Phantom’s base. Thanks to Alpha Mateo, she had some familiarity with assassin networks.
Hiding her presence, she slipped into the apartment complex that served as Phantom’s headquarters and went directly for the leader’s room. Every contract taken by a Phantom assassin passed through the leader, so if there were answers, he was the one to provide them.
Soon she was outside the largest room. She didn’t barge in. Instead, she took a small vial from her pocket, pulled the cork, and held her breath as the gas inside began to seep out.
After two minutes, she pushed the window open and slid inside.
The bed was empty. Aubrey stiffened, instantly alert, her gaze sweeping the room. She finally noticed something strange under the bed. Bending down, she found an alpha werewolf sound asleep beneath it–the Phantom leader himself.
“Paranoid, aren’t you.”
Assassins knew all too well how hard it was to guard against assassination. No wonder he’d rather sleep under the bed.
Aubrey curled her lip, then without hesitation slung him over her shoulder and leapt back out the window. She didn’t stop until she’d run fifty kilometers, reaching a deserted factory district.
She dropped him onto the dusty concrete floor. He was still in a deep drugged sleep.
Not wasting a moment, she pulled another vial from her bag, this one filled with clear antidote. But she didn’t use it right away. First she bound his hands and feet tightly with special rope, making sure he couldn’t break free.
Only then did she pry his mouth open and drip in a few drops of antidote.
Within moments, the man groaned in pain. His body twitched as he slowly regained
consciousness.
The Phantom leader blinked his eyes open, his vision clearing as he realized his predicament. He struggled, but the ropes held firm. Aubrey stood over him, her gaze cold.
“You?”
When his eyes landed on her face, his pupils contracted sharply. He recognized her instantly. He had studied her portrait repeatedly when the contract was placed. The unforgettable beauty before him was even more striking in reality–and far more dangerous.
Her beauty wasn’t just an image frozen on paper. It was sharp, lethal, alive with killing intent, like a drawn blade. She was nothing like the delicate omega described in the reports.