Chapter 28 Sierra’s Plan
Sierra’s POV
꧁𓃙𓃠𓃥𓃚꧂
Tomorrow.
By tomorrow morning, I would be stepping into the Lycan Palace… officially… as Rogers’ woman.
A slow smile curled on my lips as I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling of my father’s house. My minions sat around me, legs crossed, eyes shining like they’d been waiting all day for this moment.
“Do you think he’ll like the dress I picked?” one of them asked.
“He’ll like anything Sierra wears,” the other giggled. “She’s going to be the most beautiful girl in that palace.”
I smirked.
Of course I was.
“Girls,” I said, twirling a strand of my hair around my finger. “This is not just about looks. It’s about position. Power. Influence.”
They both nodded eagerly — the way they always did. I loved loyal girls. Loyal and scared.
“And once I’m inside,” I continued, sitting up slowly, “there will be rules. My rules.”
My heartbeat quickened a little at the thought of it. The Lycan Palace. The heart of Redmoon. A place only the powerful and the privileged ever stepped foot into. A place whispered about across the packs.
And tomorrow… I would live there.
Well — temporarily.
Until Rogers got bored, of course.
But I didn’t care about that either. Rogers was an angry, muscled brute with half a brain and a full ego. I knew exactly how to handle wolves like him — smile, flatter, touch his arm sometimes. Men like that melt.
But the one I really wanted…
Leon.
My cheeks grew warm just thinking about him — tall, cold, golden-eyed perfection. I’d seen him days ago, when he came donate food to pack members. One look. That’s all it took. My knees nearly gave out.
Rogers was just a ladder.
Leon was the top floor.
But for now, I had to get inside the palace. And there was one obstacle standing in my way.
A maid.
Not even a real threat. A maid.
I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt. Isabella — that stupid, annoying, impossible girl the whole palace kept whispering about. Rogers talked about her too, complaining that Leon was giving “a filthy refugee too much attention.”
When I overheard that?
I nearly broke a glass.
The Lycan King should not be looking at maids. He should be looking at me.
“She’ll be a problem,” I muttered under my breath.
One of my girls leaned forward. “Isabella?”
“Yes.” I hissed the name. “I don’t know what spell she cast, but Leon talks to her. This is the Lycan King we’re talking about — he barely speaks to anyone. And now suddenly a nobody maid catches his interest? No. I won’t allow it.”
My other minion sucked her teeth.
“Then get rid of her, Sierra.”
I smiled.
Smart girl.
“I already did,” I said proudly. “Did you forget? I sent a spy to ruin her dress and shoes for the wedding trip. And guess what? It worked. Rogers said Leon was furious and they almost didn’t go. The girl must be crying in some corner by now.”
We all laughed.
“Oh Sierra,” one of them sighed dreamily, “you’re going to rule that palace.”
Damn right, I was.
I stood up and walked to my mirror — a big oval thing with gold trimming. I leaned close, examining my perfect curls, my perfect red lips, my perfectly crafted expression of innocent sweetness.
Men loved innocence.
Even when it was fake.
Especially when it was fake.
“I want you girls to remember something,” I said softly, watching their reflections behind me. “When I enter that palace, I go in as the future mate of a Lycan Prince. That means I’m above servants. Above omegas. Above anyone not born in the bloodline.”
“And above Isabella,” one whispered.
“Especially above her.”
My chest tightened with annoyance just thinking about that girl. She walks around the palace doing chores, yet somehow people keep talking about her like she’s special. Like she matters. Like she’s someone.
I hated that.
“What if she bothers you?” one asked.
I smiled sweetly.
“Oh don’t worry, she won’t. Not for long. I just need the right moment… and the right reason. The Lycan Palace isn’t a playground. One wrong move, and they kick you out. Or worse.”
My girls exchanged excited looks.
“You’re wicked, Sierra,” one whispered admiringly.
“I know,” I said, still staring at myself in the mirror. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
I sat back down on my bed, letting the silky sheets glide under my palms.
“Girls, tomorrow everything changes. Rogers will take me there personally, and I’ll finally see Leon again. Maybe he won’t notice me at first — he’s always so guarded. But I’ll remind him. I’ll make sure he sees me. And when he does…”
I smiled.
“A maid won’t stand a chance.”
My minions giggled again, and one of them poured me a drink.
“To Sierra,” she toasted.
“To the future queen of Redmoon,” the other added.
I lifted my glass, my eyes still gleaming with hunger... the kind only ambition could feed.
“To the palace,” I whispered.
“To Rogers…”
“…and eventually, Leon.”
“And to Isabella,” I added with a slow, cruel smirk.
They leaned closer, waiting.
I let the venom drip from my tongue.
“May her downfall be my entertainment.”
And I drank.