Chapter 476: Don’t be emotional 2
HAZEL
"Everything we planned depends on your absence." The words ca out harsher than I ant them to. "Your presence would compromise the outco. You know that."
She stared at
for a long mont. Conflict played across her features, concern warring with understanding.
"Delta." I softened my voice. "Trust ."
Her shoulders dropped. She nodded once, still uneasy but willing to yield.
"There’s not much ti left." I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "You should just go ahead and enjoy the heat orgy outside. Don’t draw attention or questions by staying inside when everyone else is participating."
She hesitated at the door, her hand on the knob.
"Be careful," she said quietly.
The words carried weight beyond their surface aning. An acknowledgnt of what she needed to believe was trust and risk, of everything riding on what happened next.
Then she was gone.
Alone at last, I let go completely.
The effort of restraint vanished, leaving
fully exposed to the intensity of what my body was demanding. The room felt smaller now, the walls pressing in. I was painfully aware of my body in a way I’d never been before, of the way my dress had beco unbearable against my skin.
It clung to
everywhere, damp and revealing, leaving nothing to the imagination.
I stood there for a mont, breathing unevenly, before forcing my hands to move. My fingers trembled as I reached for the fabric, peeling it away from myself with difficulty. The material stuck to my skin, resisting. When it finally ca free, the air against my bare skin should have felt like relief.
It didn’t.
Nothing did.
I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror as the dress fell away. The sight made
pause despite my hurry. My cheeks were flushed far beyond anything that could pass for natural. My eyes looked unfocused, glossed over in a way that betrayed exactly what was happening beneath the surface.
There was no dignity in it. No illusion of control.
I looked like soone losing a fight she never truly had a chance of winning.
The realization settled heavily, but I didn’t look away. I studied my reflection with clinical detachnt, noting every detail that would play into tonight’s performance.
The purse lay where I’d dropped it earlier, slightly open. I crossed the room to retrieve it, each step asured despite the way my body protested. When I opened it, the aphrodisiac packet sat exactly where I’d left it.
Small and unassuming.
It almost felt absurd. Sothing so insignificant in appearance carrying the weight of everything I intended to do.
I took it out slowly, holding it between my fingers. The plastic crinkled softly in the quiet room.
My plan ran through my mind again. Midnight marked the beginning. The point where everything shifted. Wenzel would retreat as expected, isolating himself in the space he’d created around his dead wife’s mory. I would follow, pretending to be lost or looking for quiet or so other bullshit excuse that wouldn’t matter once the powder hit his face.
From there, the rest beca sothing I couldn’t fully control.
But that uncertainty was built into the design. His loss of control was the foundation of my success. What followed had been calculated just as carefully. There would be witnesses after because I intended to be loud about it. Even long after the glaze left his primal eyes. There would be outrage. There would be no room for denial.
The narrative would form itself around what people expected to see. An Alpha overco by aphrodisiac and heat. A would-be daughter-in-law placed in a position she didn’t choose. It wouldn’t matter what truly happened behind closed doors.
What mattered was what could be proven. What could be believed.
And from that, the outco I wanted beca inevitable.
For a mont, doubt surfaced. Brief but sharp enough to be felt. I thought of the way I’d been treated here. The quiet dismissals. The contempt I’d seen and pretended not to notice. I thought of how little power I’d been allowed to hold, how easily I could be pushed aside if I did nothing especially now that Pauline was dead.
The hesitation faded as quickly as it ca.
There was nothing left to lose that hadn’t already been taken from .
I exhaled slowly and moved with renewed purpose. There was still preparation to be done. Details that couldn’t be overlooked.
A shower ca first. Not out of comfort but necessity. The water ran cold, but it didn’t ground
the way I’d hoped it might. If anything, it heightened everything. Each drop against my skin felt too sharp, too present. I kept it brief, refusing to linger in sothing that only made the situation harder to bear.
When I stepped out, I didn’t allow myself to hesitate.
The nightdress I’d chosen waited where I’d left it. Pale and soft, designed to suggest innocence in a way that felt almost calculated. I pulled it on without anything beneath it. The fabric settled lightly against my skin.
It was delicate and almost weightless.
I studied myself again, noting how it looked, how it would be perceived. The nightdress clung in places where my skin was still damp, suggesting more than it revealed. My hair fell loose around my shoulders, soft and unguarded.
Every detail mattered.
The next problem presented itself quickly. The packet couldn’t remain visible, and I couldn’t risk carrying it in a way that drew attention just in case. I considered my options carefully before settling on sothing practical.
The structure of the nightdress offered just enough concealnt. I opened the packet with care, ensuring nothing spilled. The powder was fine as dust, white and deadly. I transferred it into a small improvised pouch made from tissue, folding it carefully before securing it with a safety pin.
I tucked it into place along the inner seam of the nightdress, adjusting until it sat flat and hidden. The warmth of my body kept it in place without revealing its presence.
A glance in the mirror confird what I needed to see. No outline. No sign of anything unusual.
It was exactly as it should be. Accessible when I needed it and invisible until then.
With that done, I moved on to the final details. My hair was brushed until it fell neatly into place. I avoided makeup entirely, allowing my natural state to speak for itself. The flush, the slight disarray, the vulnerability written across my features worked in my favor.
I practiced my expression briefly. Testing what would look convincing, what would hold under scrutiny. The words ca quietly at first, then with more certainty as I repeated them.
"I was looking for water."
"I got lost."
"I didn’t know where else to go as the heat took control of my senses."
Simple lies that would sound plausible in the mont, when confusion and heat made anything believable.
When I finally checked the clock, the ti felt both too fast and too slow. There were still more than fifteen minutes to wait. Minutes where nothing could be done but endure. I sat on the edge of the bed, every sense heightened, every thought circling back to what was coming.
Midnight felt close but not close enough.
The sounds from outside had grown louder. More frequent. The heat orgy at the field was almost in full swing now, with wolves surrendering to instinct across the estate grounds. My body responded to each distant sound and an even greater wave of heat rolled through
until I had to grip the bedpost to stay upright.
At 11:50, I stood.
My legs trembled but held. I smoothed the nightdress one final ti, checking that everything was in place.
I then left my room and headed for the infamous dead wife’s quarters of Alpha Wenzel where he would be, chained and vulnerable for the taking.
The hallway stretched ahead, dimly lit and empty. Everyone else was outside, lost in heat and instinct. My footsteps made no sound against the carpet. The closer I got to that wing of the estate, the quieter everything beca.
By the ti I reached the door, my heart was pounding hard enough to hurt.
This was it.
Everything I’d planned, everything I’d endured, ca down to what happened on the other side of that door.
I raised my hand and reached for the knob.
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