The Alpha King's Witch Bride-Chapter 234: _The Moon Sees All

Marcellus’ POV

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He stared at Elder Davina with wide-open eyes as she pointed the tip of her staff at him.

She was becoming a problem, and somehow, he had still managed to underestimate her.

Out of pure curiosity, he asked with a cough, ignoring the blood that spilt from the corner of his lips. "When did your suspicions begin?"

Elder Davina tightened her grip on the staff in her hands before she spoke coldly. "I began suspecting something was off after the South American Alpha King’s welcoming ball. When that poor pack doctor went missing after treating you in your house. And then his wife was found burnt."

Crap...

He knew he was getting way too reckless with the killing. But he couldn’t help it. He needed to kill to survive and to keep the ritual holding his artificial hybrid form together stable.

"There were a few other clues after that but I’ve been keeping silent, watching from a distance and trying to see if you’ll slip." Elder Davina continued, shaking her head. "And you did today. Your biggest mistake so far is underestimating me."

Marcellus gritted his teeth.

He wasn’t about to let the prey become the predator in this situation. And he certainly wouldn’t go down at the hands of an old woman.

He snarled, shooting his hand forward to grab her staff but she swung it hard on his head, causing him to plop to the floor with a thud.

A groan escaped his lips but he didn’t have time to see if there was blood falling from the spot on his forehead as she raised the staff again, pointing the tip at him.

She was going for the kill.

Marcellus grunted, rolling away to his left and managing to dodge the lethal strike and crawl to his feet, panting heavily. He held his chest, trying to get back control of his magic and fight off the poisonous compound she had placed in his tea.

But Davina moved with speed no elder her age should possess. One blink and she was on him, waving the staff with two hands and sending a horizontal strike to his head again.

He blocked it with his right hand, which almost snapped from the force, causing him to stumble backwards.

"T–Time out?" Marcellus asked with a teasing smile but that didn’t work as she brought out a small vial and flung it at him.

He managed to duck, glancing back over his shoulder and watching as the glass vial crashed on the wall behind him, its content spilling on it and slowly causing it to burn with a sizzling sound.

"Bloody hell..." He muttered, quickly bringing his gaze back to Elder Davina.

She suddenly took a few steps back and brought out a moonstone which glowed with a silver light as she raised it above her head.

The moonlight shining from the glass ceiling seemed to brighten more as she said a silent prayer before her eyes glowed with a light brighter than the one coming from the moonstone.

Her white robe whipped into the air and her grey hair became loose as she spread out her arms.

"Under the light of the goddess and the moon, I smite you!" She roared, her voice echoing.

At this rate, she would alert her maids or other people nearby.

Fearing this, Marcellus tapped deeper into himself and breathed out with relief when he felt his magic clawing back up his veins again.

"Finally!" He sneered with a grin, stretching out his right hand and then clenching it into a fist.

That motion caused an invisible force to wrap around Elder Davina’s neck, causing her to gasp before choking, stumbling backwards and struggling to breathe.

Marcellus grinned at the sight, shaking his head. "You’ve had your fun. Let me show you how to get rid of someone without the theatrics."

After saying that, he made a downward motion, causing her to fall to her knees. She tried resisting, but the silver light that had been shining brightly in her eyes flickered weakly as her bones snapped like a bag of chips.

Marcellus stepped forward, each step cold and calculated as he snapped his neck and fiddled with his fingers.

"All I have known how to do all my life is survive, Davina." He began, ignoring her pained whimpers and the elderly noises she made.

She tried raising her head to face him, but then he made a push motion, causing a telekinetic wave to shove her backwards like a rag doll until she crashed into a table filled with beakers, flasks and pipettes.

"What I do in this pack, IS survival, Davina," Marcellus added, his voice sadistic as he stretched out his hands and made a few gestures.

That caused her bones to twist unnaturally before she got lifted into the air with his telekinesis. He grinned coldly, enjoying the sight of her old bones and muscles twisting and unravelling like they wanted to pop out of her frail body.

"I have to admit... You put up a good fight." He remarked casually even though he could still feel the poison she placed in his tea swirling in his system. freewebnøvel.coɱ

He held back the subtle pain that followed and gritted his teeth as Davina’s lips trembled.

She was struggling to say something. Curious, Marcellus lessened the telekinetic pressure on her just a bit, allowing her to let out a heavy breath.

"T–The moon sees all, Beta... and so will she." She managed to speak but Marcellus didn’t understand what the heck she was talking about.

Was it a prophecy of some kind? Who is the "she"? The moon goddess?

Well, time was running out and he was sure people would soon come rushing up here any moment.

"Goodbye, Elder." He blurted before twisting his hand, tightening his clenched grip.

With a sickening crack, Marcellus clenched his fist and Davina’s body went limp, her rib bones bursting through her chest and sending blood, tiny bits of her organs and other fluid spilling out like paint.

Silence followed as she fell lifelessly to the floor, surrounded by a pool of her blood.

Only the flickering light of the moonstone remained, pulsing like a dying heartbeat beside her.

However, before Marcellus could celebrate his victory, he felt something was off. A fluctuation of energy from the moonstone.

"Shit..."

Before he knew what was happening, a blinding explosion of searing silver light spread out from the moon stone, causing Marcellus to dim his eyes as everything went black.

And in that blinding burst of silver, Marcellus realised too late—he’d triggered something sacred.

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