Chapter 60: Her plans

“Have you done what I asked you to do?” Mireya asked as she stood in front of the mirror, tidying her hair and adding a hair clip.

She glanced at herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

She was on a plain white dress and the fabric clung to her voluptuous body, highlighting what needed to be seen and what needed to be covered.

If one looked clearly, they would see that the dress was somewhat similar to what Hazel normally wears.

Mireya glanced at herself and muttered, “It obviously looks better on me.”

The guard behind her did not dare raise his head. With his head bowed, he quickly replied, “Yes ma’am. I watched her enter his chamber personally.”

Hearing that, Mireya’s good mood improved.

She had been making that plan for a while and to see it progress just like she had imagined was enough to make her happy.

She turned around slowly and addressed the guard with a smile, “You’ve done well, I will speak of your meritorious deeds and contribution to my father.”

Hearing that, an excited glint flashed in the guard’s eyes and he bowed even deeper, his head almost sinking into his chest.

“It is what I should do.” He replied respectfully and Mireya nodded in satisfaction.

“You can leave. I will call for you again when you are needed.” She said with a wave of her hand and the guard didn’t dare linger or raise his head.

When the door closed behind him, Mireya glanced at the mirror one last time before walking towards a wooden table where a small vial was placed.

She retrieved the vial, opened it and closed her eyes to inhale the scent that had escaped from the bottle.

“It smells so nice. I’m certain he won’t be able to resist just with my smell alone.” She mumbled to herself, her smile wide and confident.

She dipped her pinkie finger into the small vial, bringing with her a transparent liquid and she placed the finger on her neck. She did the same for her wrist and chest, making sure every part of her body smelled nice.

After all this series of actions were performed, Mireya left the chamber.

It was already very late by that time, so the maids and servants had retired for the day. It was all part of Mireya’s plan, she didn’t want to be interrupted at all, so she had planned the exact time.

She walked quietly through the corridors and gradually, she stopped in front of a chamber.

It was the Alpha’s chamber.

Mireya took in a deep breath, her eyes shining brightly and she could almost not conceal her glee.

Tonight, that pride and aloof man will finally be hers. After today, she will be known as his Luna and nothing else.

Women like Hazel would be returned back to where they were taken from and that was in the slums.

A determined glint flashed in Mireya’s eyes and she pushed the door open carefully, without even bothering to knock.

The room was dimly lit, with the source of light being the small candle on the sides that was about to finish burning.

Mireya walked deeper into the chamber, her feet making almost no sounds as she glanced around.

At the center of the chamber, on the bed, lay a familiar figure.

Damien.

He seemed to be sleeping, but his brows were tightly furrowed and the veins on his forehead popped out. Clearly, he wasn’t having a peaceful sleep. His breathing was laborious and drops of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Mireya’s eyes lit up and she turned to the stool by the side where an empty cup was placed.

Her plan was working so perfectly that it felt surreal.

But it made her glad nonetheless.

She approached the bed slowly, her fingers itching as she glanced at Damien. She could not watch to touch that handsome face and to be touched by those long fingers.

At that moment, the candle finally burned completely, plunging the chamber into darkness, but that made Mireya even satisfied.

It was like the universe was supporting her today.

Clearly, she was meant to be the woman beside Damien and he was meant to only have her as his woman.

She leaned down and stared at his face in a daze.

How could a man be so good-looking?

She extended her hand and poked his cheek. When he did not react, she got bolder and attempted to touch him even more, something she had imagined even in her dreams.

But, just as her fingers were a few inches from his chest, his eyes flashed open and he grabbed her finger.

Before Mireya could react, he had stood up and grabbed her neck in a strangling motion.

“What is your motive? What are you doing here? Who sent you?” Damien asked a series of questions, his eyes so sharp unlike the weak demeanor he had portrayed when she came in at first.

Seeing that she was not replying, he asked again, “What are you doing here?”

His hold around her neck tightened, almost ripping the oxygen out of her lungs.

Mireya glanced at Damien in shock.

How was it possible?

He should be…

When he increased the force of his palm, Mireya’s face turned red as breathing became difficult.

She pressed her hand against his to stop him, but Damien only glanced at her coldly.

Seeing those murderous eyes, she had no doubt that he would kill her if she was not careful.

Fear crept to her heart and she reluctantly changed to her second plan.

“I…I just wanted to tell you that Hazel might not be able to attend to you tonight.” She quickly said.

Damien glanced at her and asked again, “What do you know?”

When he came back earlier, he had thought that he would find her waiting for him, but when he saw nobody, he grew incensed.

He did not want to take himself to her, so she waited. And while waiting, his condition flared up.

Luckily, it wasn’t as severe as before.

“What do you know?” He asked again.

“H…Hazel went to meet another man.”