Chapter 84 Chapter 84: New Plans
ANGELICA'S POV
“So, what did he want?”
Alchemist’s voice startled me. I spun toward the balcony, where he was currently hovering in the air, silhouetted against the sky.
“One of these days, you’re going to forget to use your invisibility perk and give someone a heart attack,” I huffed.
He chuckled, his green eyes crinkling into crescents as he floated through the window and landed softly before me.
He didn't speak; he just watched me, waiting for the update. I let out a long sigh.
“He came to warn me about Jarvin Morocco’s plans,” I said. I quickly filled him in on who Jarvin was, the man who had spent years successfully turning my life into a waking nightmare and the man who ruined my idea of a carefree life and taught me what a stalker's fear was.
Alchemist raised an eyebrow as I finished.
“So, let me get this straight. The Alpha of one of the strongest packs in existence, your father, Ronaldo, tried to eliminate a human mafia leader and failed?”
When he said it like that, the logic indeed felt a bit strange. My brow furrowed.
He was right. Dealing with a human, no matter how connected and strong, shouldn't have been an impossible task for a powerful Alpha. They were supernatural entities.
“They told me they could never find his true base of operations,” I whispered, though it felt more like an excuse now than a fact.
Alchemist clicked his tongue, drawing my gaze back to his. “They used him to suppress you, Angelica. To keep your powers dormant. Fear is the ultimate cage; it stops us from realizing our true potential. It seems your parents never wanted you to realize yours.”
I nodded slowly. It made a sickening amount of sense. But a part of me still wanted to defend them.
“They wanted me to live a human life. They wanted to protect me from the dark forces and—”
“That is the story they fed you,” Alchemist interrupted.
“You are the daughter of my Master, the strongest mage to walk the Earth, already so capable without a day of formal training. What would have happened if you had been trained from the start? No Alpha, no man, would have ever had the power to hurt you.”
A surge of hot, dark anger bubbled in my chest.
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to be angry that my growth had been stunted for the sake of a "normal" life. But the rational side of me whispered: Who would have trained me?
If I had accessed this power earlier, without Alchemist, I might have destroyed myself or been found by the wrong people. And what after that? Didn't Alchemist appear only when I was on the brink of dying?
“Let’s not dwell on the past,” I said, cutting off the thought. “We need to focus on what comes next.”
Alchemist studied me for a few seconds, as if weighing how much more truth I could handle. Finally, he sat beside me, his intense gaze becoming a silent vow. “So, what’s the plan?”
“Murder,” I said flatly.
He arched an eyebrow.
“I’m going to kill Jarvin Morocco before he can strike the Bloodlust pack.”
“Are you going soft for those Alphas again?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.
I shook my head firmly. “It’s not about them. But I won’t let innocent pack members suffer because of a man who is only attacking them to get to me. This ends with me.”
Alchemist nodded in understanding, patiently hearing my words.
The strategy was simple enough.
Finding Jarvin’s base would be as easy as breathing for a mage of his caliber. Once there, I would settle the score.
I would avenge every humiliation, every night spent in terror, and the carefree youth he had stolen from me.
I would kill him with my own hands.
I would use magic because it was my birthright, but the fight would be physical. I wanted to feel the moment his hold over my life snapped. I wanted to show him what it felt like to be the prey of someone else's obsession.
“They’re planning the attack in five days,” I said resolutely. “I’m taking him out of the game on the fourth.” I looked at Alchemist.
“You need to train me for combat. Not just spells, I mean, physical fighting. Moving with magic. Cunning reflexes and moves that I can use. This is my only shot at revenge, and I won’t waste it.”
“I could just end him for you in a heartbeat,” Alchemist offered.
“No! You don’t touch him unless I’m about to die. This is my fight. No one knows how it felt to live all those years looking over my shoulder. I have to be the one to kill that fear,” I said resolutely.
Alchemist gave a curt nod. “Be ready in thirty minutes.”
After he left, I sat by the window, watching the fallen leaves dance in the wind. My heart ached with a sudden, sharp pang. I’d be lying if I said I didn't miss Dylan and Ericson.
The silence in the room was deafening, a heavy burden on my shoulders.
They were Alphas; they felt emotions with a prehistoric intensity. Did that mean they didn't feel anything for me anymore?
Do they even think of me? I wondered. Did they even look?
I smiled bitterly at my reflection. If Tyler could find me, the strongest Alphas in the world could have found me in an hour if they’d wanted to.
The truth was simple: they didn't want to. They didn't need me.
I pulled my collar down, exposing the mate mark on my neck. I traced it with a trembling finger.
Had it ever meant anything, or was it just a leash? A tear escaped, trailing down my cheek.
I wiped it away quickly. Alchemist said I wasn't allowed to cry, not unless the situation was truly beyond my control.
As the daughter of a Great Mage, my emotions weren't just feelings; they were fuel and triggers for the environment around me.
I stood and walked to the center of the room, clearing my mind of the twins and the betrayal. I raised my hand, focusing on the moisture in the air.
“Agua.”
A sphere of water formed above my palm, shimmering in the light. I kept my focus locked, the water swirling with violent, controlled energy.
There was nothing I could do about the twins’ change of heart. But I could make sure that the next time someone looked at me, they didn't see a victim. They would see a threat.