Chapter 350 The Two Choices
“You recognize me?”
Aubrey looked down at him, the corner of her mouth lifting into a cold, sharp arc. “Good. Then I shouldn’t need to waste words. Tell me who hired you.”
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The leader’s pupils contracted, but he said, “Phantom’s rules are to keep the employer’s identity secret. I can’t break protocol.”
“Hmph.” Aubrey snorted, her gaze ice–cold. “That’s your rule. My rule is–whoever tries to hurt me, I kill.”
She slowly crouched until she met the leader’s eyes. There was no warmth in her look. “You have two choices: one, die for your rules and feel your life being drained away bit by bit; or two, tell me the name and get a quick end.”
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At that close range the leader could feel Aubrey’s oppressive presence more clearly. This was not the aura of an ordinary omega- it was the calm and resolve forged by surviving life–or- death trials. And she had silently gotten him out of his apartment; her strength was definitely not omega–level.
Damn what had he just provoked?!
His survival instinct made him answer quickly.
“… It was someone from the Shadowmoon Pack.” The leader spoke in a defeated voice. “A beta werewolf named Harold. They offered a high price and specified to capture you alive. When I gave the order, it was an order to take you alive.”
“Harold…” Aubrey repeated quietly, confirming the name. She had a faint memory of it — she and alpha Henry had attended a ball at the York family estate before. Beyond that, there didn’t seem to be much connection. That night had been ordinary, nothing unusual happened….
Aubrey pressed further. “Why does he want me dead?”
“I…I really don’t know!” the leader said quickly. “Employers only give information and payment. They never explain why! That’s the rule!”
Aubrey stared at him in silence, her sharp eyes seeming to pierce through every lie.
A few seconds later, she stood.
“Good.”
The word had barely left her lips when a flash of cold light gleamed in her hand. A short blade appeared, and without warning or hesitation, she slit his throat with precision.
Blood spread quickly across the floor.
Aubrey looked at the corpse with no expression, her eyes icy.
Mercy to an enemy was cruelty to herself. Leaving survivors was planting hidden dangers. She would never make such a foolish mistake.
She swiftly cleaned up the scene, erasing every trace of herself, then slipped away from the abandoned factory like a shadow.
It was still early. Aubrey transformed into her wolf form and raced straight toward the York
it was all the same. family estate. Killing one or killing two
She knew alpha Henry would uncover Harold’s involvement soon enough, but as Shadowmoon Pack’s alpha, he had to follow procedures and rules. Aubrey preferred to solve problems with one clean strike.
Having made up her mind, she ran faster. Ella howled with excitement in her mind – her wolf was always eager for battle.
By the time she reached the York family estate, it was only two in the morning. Aubrey glanced around. Compared to Phantom, the guards here were nothing. She barely broke a sweat before finding Harold’s room.
As before, she carried him off to the wilderness.
When he woke, Aubrey didn’t waste time. She pressed the blade to his throat. “Why did you hire someone to kill me? What are you after?”