Chapter 93 Poison Ella
Morgana paced the room, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor. Her face was pale, her mind racing as she thought about the failure of their plan to frame Ella. If Valen were to discover what they’d done, the consequences would be disastrous.
She clenched her fists, her frustration boiling over. “Sandra! I knew that working with a werewolf was definitely a wrong idea”
She takes out her phone dialing a number as she walks out.
The moon had set high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the quiet woods where Morgana waited impatiently. Her sharp eyes darted toward the road, her red lips pressed into a thin line. She loathed dealing with Sandra, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Ella’s escape from the frame-up had turned the tide against them, and now Valen was investigating. If she didn’t act fast, everything would unravel.
Morgana paced restlessly, her long cloak billowing in the cold breeze. She had arranged the meeting in secret, away from prying eyes, desperate to find a way to salvage the mess they were in. She had always prided herself on being meticulous, but this time, things had spiraled out of her control.
The faint crunch of footsteps on dry leaves reached her ears, and she turned sharply to see Sandra striding into the clearing. Her eyes gleamed with barely contained anger.
“This better be good, Morgana,” Sandra snapped, brushing stray twigs from her jacket. “You dragged me out here in the middle of the night. What now?”
Morgana’s cold gaze met Sandra’s. “We have a problem. Valen is digging. He’s suspicious.”
Sandra let out an exasperated sigh. “And whose fault is that? You were supposed to make sure everything went smoothly. If you had done your job properly, Ella would’ve been convicted already!”
Morgana bristled, her voice sharp. “Don’t you dare pin this on me. Your so-called plan was flawed from the start. The evidence wasn’t nearly as airtight as you promised.”
Sandra’s eyes flared with anger, and she stepped closer to Morgana. “Excuse me? You’re the one who let them go to the crime scene in the first place. You should have stopped them! If you had done that, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”
“And draw suspicion to myself?” Morgana shot back, her tone icy. “Do you even hear yourself? If I had insisted, Valen would’ve been onto me in an instant. You’re the one who underestimated Ella and her ability to wriggle out of trouble. Don’t act like this is all on me.”
Sandra’s fists clenched at her sides. “Well, maybe if you had put more effort into making the evidence irrefutable, this wouldn’t have happened! You’re supposed to be the mastermind, aren’t you? So why didn’t you ensure there were no loose ends?”
Morgana’s temper flared, but she forced herself to take a calming breath. She couldn’t afford to let this argument spiral out of control. “Enough, Sandra. Blaming each other isn’t going to fix anything. We need a solution—now.”
Sandra scoffed, shaking her head. “A solution? You mean another one of your half-baked schemes that’ll blow up in our faces?”
Morgana’s patience snapped. She took a step closer, her eyes glinting dangerously. “Watch your tone, little wolf. You may be Sebastian's mistress, but don’t think for a second that he won’t dispose of you if you become a liability.”
Sandra took a deep breath, reigning in her temper. “Fine. Let’s not waste time throwing blame around.
“I don’t have to take this from you. Maybe it’s time I walk away from this mess. Let’s see how you handle things on your own when Valen starts asking questions about your involvement.”
Sandra’s eyes darkened, her jaw tightening in anger. “Walk away? Are you kidding me? It’s too late for that now, Morgana. You’re in this as deep as I am, and if you even think about abandoning ship, you’ll be the first person I throw under the bus.”
Morgana froze, her lips pressed into a thin line. Sandra’s bluntness always grated on her nerves, but the werewolf wasn’t wrong. She sighed heavily, rubbing her temples. “Fine. If you’re so confident, then tell me—what do we do now? How do we fix this?”
Sandra smirked, the flicker of an idea lighting up her face. She took a step closer to Morgana, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “We don’t ‘fix’ anything. We eliminate the problem—Ella.”
Morgana’s brows furrowed in confusion. “We already tried that, and it didn’t work. She slipped through our fingers, Sandra.”
“This time, we’ll make sure she doesn’t,” Sandra replied, her voice cold and calculating. “We’ll use wolfsbane.”
Morgana stiffened, her eyes widening in shock. “Wolfsbane? You can’t be serious. That’s—”
“Deadly,” Sandra finished, her tone cold and final. “Exactly. Wolfsbane is poisonous to werewolves. Once it’s ingested and enters the bloodstream, it’s game over. Ella doesn’t have Alpha blood, so she won’t survive it.”
Morgana hesitated, her mind racing. “This... this is too far, Sandra. We’re talking about murder.”
Sandra scoffed and rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Spare me the moral crisis, Morgana. Don’t pretend you’re above this. You’ve wanted Ella out of the picture from the very beginning. This is our chance to finally make it happen.”
Morgana looked away, conflicted. She hated Ella, but her hatred paled in comparison to the fiery passion Sandra harboured. For Morgana, Ella was a nuisance, an obstacle. For Sandra, it was deeply personal.
Seeing Morgana’s hesitation, Sandra pressed on, her voice taking on a persuasive tone. “Think about it. With Ella gone, Valen is yours. You can rule alongside him, be his queen. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”
Morgana’s lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. Sandra’s words echoed in her mind, tempting and dangerous.
Sandra stepped closer, her eyes locking onto Morgana’s,her tone coaxing. “This is the deal breaker, Morgana. Ella’s a thorn in both our sides, and she’s standing between you and everything you’ve ever wanted. You know this is the only way.”
Morgana swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. The idea of using wolfsbane was horrifying, but Sandra’s arguments were hard to ignore. Finally, she gave a reluctant nod, gaining a satisfactory smile from Sandra.
Morgana frowned, doubt creeping into her expression. “But how do we make her drink it? She’s not stupid, Sandra. She’s not going to just drink something suspicious.”
Sandra’s smile widened, her confidence growing. “Leave that to me. We’ll make it look harmless. Slip it into something she trusts—maybe water or wine. She won’t suspect a thing.”
Morgana chewed on her lip, the gears in her mind turning. “But what if someone finds out? If Valen realizes she was poisoned, he’ll come after us.”
Sandra waved her hand dismissively. “Relax, Morgana. We’ll make it look natural. No one will know it was us. And even if they suspect, they can’t prove anything. Wolfsbane is nearly untraceable in the body after death.”
Morgana still looked uneasy, but the idea was tempting. Finally, she sighed. “Fine. We’ll do it your way. But this has to be perfect, Sandra. No mistakes. If this backfires, we’re both dead.”
Sandra clapped her hands together,her excitement barely contained.“Good. Now stop worrying. This time, she won’t escape.”
Morgana’s mind was a storm of doubt and fear. This was a line she had never imagined crossing, but Sandra’s confidence was hard to ignore. Justifying her actions to herself, she whispered, “I warned you Ella, now you leave me with no choice.”
As Sandra turned and disappeared into the shadows, Morgana remained in the clearing, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her.
Sandra might be confident, but Morgana couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that they were playing a dangerous game—one that could easily turn against them.
Despite Sandra’s reassurances, a gnawing sense of dread settled in her chest.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that this plan, like the last, would unravel in ways they couldn’t predict.