*Selena*
As Emile and I cautiously emerged from the treacherous territory of the data room and stepped into the dimly lit lobby far away from the perilous situation of getting caught, I seized the opportunity to engage in a conversation with her.
“So, you already know why I’m here?!” I inquired, my curiosity bubbling to the surface.
“I received information that someone was coming to the pack to get the job done, and well, here you are and the only new addition to the pack. Not much of a surprise,” Emile replied nonchalantly, her tone tinged with a hint of indifference.
I couldn’t help but snort, shaking my head in disbelief. So, that was the reason she had never bothered to meet me after my return to the Moonglow Pack.
“So, you’re the one who hired me for this job then?” I pressed, trying to hide the skepticism in my voice.
The idea of Emile being the mastermind behind such an intricate plan seemed improbable, considering the astronomical amount of money involved. Nonetheless, I hoped to glean some information about the elusive client from her.
“No,” she answered with precision, denying any involvement in the hiring process.
“Then who is the boss? I mean, you work for someone, right?!” I probed further, determined to unearth any tidbits of information she might be withholding.
The lobby had small windows aligned along its outer wall, and the moon cast an eerie glow over the desolate clearing, its pale light barely illuminating the figures locked in a tense standoff.
Emile remained silent, refusing to divulge any information.
“Emile, I asked you something,” I said, my voice laced with an undercurrent of politeness as I desperately tried to maintain an air of enthusiasm. “Who is your boss?”
A flicker of doubt passed through her eyes before she composed herself and replied, “I don’t know.”
Really?! Did she actually not know about her employer?! It was hard to believe.
Suppressing a surge of frustration, I decided to test her further, hoping to expose the depths of her betrayal.
“You know, Emile, I must say I’m impressed,” I began, my voice dripping with a mix of admiration and veiled menace. “Taking such risks, defying the cruelest Alpha King. How is it that I never knew about you before? It would have made exacting revenge so much simpler.”
I watched her carefully, searching for any sign of vulnerability. A glimmer of hope danced in my eyes as I urged her to succumb to my manipulation.
Come on, fall for it!
Emile, however, remained unfazed by my words. Her indifference sliced through the tension, shattering the illusion of control I had tried to project.
“Selena, don’t forget you are here because you are getting paid for this job, and I am also here for one reason only-I am getting paid. I hold no personal grudges against the Alpha king,” she replied coolly, her voice devoid of emotion.
A wave of disappointment washed over me. It seemed my attempt to manipulate her had failed, and she remained resolute in her loyalty to her motives, unmoved by my words. I would need to find another way to uncover the truth.
Although the revelation that she was betraying Alpha Zander had surprised me, now I needed to know if there were others involved. I couldn’t help but give her an enthusiastic smile, hoping she would accept the truth and share more information with me.
“This means Maddox also works against the Alpha?!” I asked in a voice filled with intrigue.
I couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity for the mightiest Alpha King, Zander Blake, wondering how long he could survive with his own people turning against him, even his trusted Beta.
Emile’s face turned pale, panic evident in her eyes.
“No!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with fear. “Don’t talk to him about it. He knows nothing.”
Ah, so Alpha Zander still had a loyal Beta. At least Maddox wasn’t a traitor like Emile. I nodded, trying to convey my understanding of the situation.
“Okay,” I said, my tone filled with sincerity. “It’s good you told me. I will be cautious around him.”
I wanted Emile to believe that I was on her side and that I understood the gravity of the situation.
Emile nodded in response, yet the serious expression never left her face.
“I am here to help you whenever you don’t get yourself out of trouble. Don’t expect anything more from me,” Emile whispered, but her tone held an icy edge. Her words carried a hint of reluctance as if she was bored of doing this.
I nodded slowly. However, a lingering question plagued my thoughts, refusing to be silenced.
“But I don’t understand one thing, Emile. How did you manage to open the door without a key?” The query had burdened my mind for far too long, for if Emile possessed the key, the client would have entrusted it to me. Moreover, if I hadn’t been apprehended within the confines of the data room, Emile’s true nature would have remained concealed.