Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 305: Four dense Alphas.

Kael.

We all had literally zero idea what the so-called trap was, and I most of all, didn’t know why I suddenly had so much hopes in Darius’s genius plan— which I think is a stupid thing to do.

My eyes darted across the room, once again settling on Lani’s ashen face and in order not to make any sound, I whispered through the bond; "Does any of you know what he plans to do?"

"He’s been looking at your eyes and lips for all of eternity. I almost thought he’d whispered it into your ears with his voodoo shit!" Caelum clapped back and I rolled my eyes.

Sometimes, just like now, I cannot help but wonder where he gets his sassiness from, and I find it annoying especially in times like this.

I frowned when my eyes met his from across the room especially when he wriggled his eyebrows at me and continued; "Anyways, I do not know what his almighty plan is but I have little faith in it."

But I couldn’t say the same for myself. I was however about to say that when suddenly—

"I will try disrupting the spell on her," Darius’ voice rang out suddenly, snapping me out of my conversation with Caelum.

When I looked at him, he cast me a knowing look, as if saying: I heard what you and your brother just said; But he didn’t point it out. Instead, he shrugged and turned to Zevran— the quiet one— for the first time today.

I guess he now sees me as a traitor!

"I cannot break the spell," he drawled coldly. Seriously. "Because I do not know its composition. But I’ll disrupt it enough that whoever cast it would feel it... and she’ll be forced to return to strengthen it."

"Is that the trap?" I found myself asking, and it wasn’t until the words had left my lips and my brothers turned to look at me like I was mad that I realized how stupid it sounded.

Of course, it is the trap!

Darius snickered; "Oh love, how are you an Alpha if you think so slowly?"

And usually, that should have made me mad. That should’ve made me want to attack whoever had said that to me. But in this case, I didn’t feel the need to do any of that. I simply facepalmed myself mentally and turned away, gritting my teeth when a faint blush crept up my face.

"I was only wondering," I hissed under my breath, but nobody bought that. Nobody seemed to care.

A moment of silence passed between us before Zevran spoke up again. He asked; "What would we be doing when she comes back? I mean the strange girl?" And as soon as he asked that, Darius beamed a smile at him, clapping as he yelled;

"Now, that’s a genius question! Finally, one of you has the thinking capacity of a couch potato!"

The insult burned. It didn’t just sting, it burned. And what was more infuriating is the fact that none of us had the courage to talk back at him. Why?

Because fuck it, we knew he was stronger than us!

Way stronger!

Usually in power rankings, there were humans, witches, vampires, werewolves, Lycans... hybrids of vampires and werewolves... and then hybrids of Lycans and werewolves.

But he was not just at the top of the ladder, he had to be a dark knight as well! It was like saying: oh, I’m on the highest rank in the food chain but with a little bit of more power ups!

I frowned. "That’s insulting," 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"What’s insulting is you thinking that I do not have that planned out already!" He snapped, not even turning to regard me. Guess I am the one who would suffer that fate now!

"From what I hear, the witch has come in contact with you before!" He continued, pointing at me. And the way he said that word: ’you’, sounded almost accusatory. Almost derogatory.

I nodded.

"...So my best guess is that she must’ve grown cocky. She probably thinks that you three are a bunch of weaklings parading as Alphas and that she can waltz in here at any time, knowing that you cannot stop her."

The simple way he insulted us made my chest burn. I glared at Zevran as if saying: ’this is all your fault!’ But he shrugged back at me, his expression clearly one of keen interest.

He doesn’t care that we’re being insulted, all he cares about is Lani and her safety.

’And you should only care about that too!’ My wolf added, quelling my anger.

"Her cockiness should be her downfall." Darius continued, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I just say, it was the least insulting statement that he’s thrown at us all day!

"But what about lifting the spell? Won’t she feel you? Won’t she come here feeling less cocky, knowing that something or someone as powerful as you had tried to lift the spell... and expect an ambush?" Zevran asked, and it was in moments like this that I hated how smart he was.

How overly intelligent and sensitive he could be at times which was a complete difference to Caelum and I.

Darius probably felt this way too, but obviously, he wasn’t jealous like me. He was pleased. He beamed smile at Z— one that rivalled the one he had on his face when he first stepped into this room, and then he nodded.

"No, she wouldn’t think that way. She would think it’s simply Leilani breaking out of the spell she’d created."

"But isn’t that—"

"Unreasonable?" He snapped, interrupting Caelum, "...no it isn’t. She knows how powerful Lani is. She would’ve known when she first met her. Every one with a little bit of power knows how powerful Leilani is... even me, and that’s because she’s something we’ve all never seen before." He answered, a tinge of admiration seeping into his voice.

Something about the way he said those words made me curious and I couldn’t stop myself from asking; "What do you mean by that?"

And for the first time, Darius didn’t seem irritated. He didn’t even seem like someone who’s ever been upset. His eyes rested on Lani’s pale face as he stepped close to her and in a voice barely above a whisper, he drawled;

"Like I said, she’s powerful. Even more than me. And all she has to do to tap into all that power is mate."

Then as if realizing that he’d just made a mistake by allowing that to slip, he chuckled uneasily and shrugged; "...well, with a man as powerful as me."

Goddess, I almost threw up!

—But my vomit soon settled when a devious plan of mine began to take root at the back of my head. A smirk I would’ve done better to control spread across my lips and I thought to myself;

"Yeah right, or three men who are not as powerful as you."