The Alpha King's Witch Bride
Chapter 171: _Judgement Day

Chapter 171: _Judgement Day

Marcellus’ POV

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Kaelos’ attack on him left him battered and bruised beyond what his werewolf healing factor could make him recover from. His wolf could barely keep up and was under strain.

Odessa had ended up destroying the event hall building and killed several people while at it. From what Marcellus heard, the American president had barely escaped but was injured.

Most of the humans who attended died. The witches had only two casualties while the werewolves suffered the most deaths. The total number of people confirmed dead so far tonight was thirty-one.

Well, thirty-two if you add in the random old werewolf woman Marcellus had killed before the building exploded.

But still, for once Marcellus wasn’t the one who performed a mass murder.

Anyway, he was rushed to his residence where he was administered treatment by some pack doctors. After they left, Marcellus gritted his teeth and sat up on a couch in the living room.

"Well?" A voice suddenly called slyly from a corner, causing him to frown as he swerved his head in that direction.

The person who stepped out of the darkness was Regina, dressed in a dark purple gown, with red lipstick that glistened like blood on her lips.

The fact that she was able to sneak in here without him noticing was proof that he had been weakened drastically by Kaelos’ attack. The life force from that old woman was barely enough to cover up some of his external injuries.

"You outdid yourself, Regina. I must say." Marcellus remarked, watching as she waltzed toward him.

She made herself comfortable by sitting on the other end of the couch, resting her arm on it, and sighing.

Marcellus stared at her in silence for a few seconds before he added. "Although I have to mention that illusion magic wouldn’t deceive Kaelos for long. If Odessa can uncover what you and Celine did—"

"Let her." Regina interrupted, scoffing as she parted aside some strands of her raven black hair. "I’m curious to see the full potential of her powers as a true Hybrid. The only other one I know is..."

She paused, glancing at Marcellus and then shrugging. "Well, you know."

He flashed her a sarcastic smile before he dimmed his eyes. He needed to absorb some life force quickly if he wanted a chance at being close to peak condition soon.

If he relied only on the healing of his wolf and the treatment from the pack doctors, he’d have to remain this way for at least a week.

His access to his magic was weakened drastically as well and he could feel the ritual holding together his artificial hybrid transformation becoming unstable.

"I’m going for a little walk." He announced plainly to Regina as he got on his feet, gritting his teeth a bit when he felt a sharp pain surge through his spine.

He caught Regina frowning from the corner of his eyes and brought his gaze to her before blurting simply. "I’m going hunting a little. It shouldn’t take long."

"So you’re going to leave me here?" She queried, raising an eyebrow before clicking her tongue and shaking her head. "Some host you are. You couldn’t even offer me any drinks before leaving?"

Marcellus rolled his eyes, snapping his neck before he turned to face the entrance of the living room.

"Don’t pretend like you don’t know your way around here. See you later. If you’re lonely, Cullen will be back any minute."

Regina harrumphed as he walked toward the door but she didn’t say anything. Good.

He already has a victim in mind.

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Without full access to his magic and only a few basic spells at his disposal, Marcellus relied on raw instinct and stealth to make his move and sneak past the guards at the Alpha King’s mansion.

Fortunately, most of them were too busy gossiping in hushed tones to notice, and the one leading the gossip was his herald, whom he had under a mind control spell, Alaric.

When Marcellus got into the building, he navigated his way through the hallways and climbed the stairs, utilizing his enhanced hearing to pick up on every sound in the mansion.

He could hear a conversation between Celine and Kaelos coming from the latter’s room and pick up the sound of maids gossipping about the explosion from the event building at another corner...

But most importantly...

"Celine is doing just fine. It’s you that I’m worried about, Gamma." Madame Greyheart’s voice went into his ears when he got to the floor where her room was located.

He grinned, scanning his gaze around the hallway before he tiptoed to the room, his steps more silent than a prowling cat.

"Kaelos and his stupid temper tantrums. It’s not your fault that his wife turned out to be a chaotic Hybrid." Madame Greyheart continued.

Other werewolves might only be able to pick up only a little of what she was saying without focusing but Marcellus placed all of his focus on her conversation with the Gamma.

It seemed it was a phone call too.

"Celine is in Kaelos’ chambers orchestrating the next phase of our plan. Kaelos wouldn’t know what hit him by the time it’s all over."

He finally got to her room door and pushed it open quietly, taking a single step forward at first before he walked in fully and closed the door behind him.

Standing at the other end of the lavish room was Madame Greyheart, who had a glass of wine on her left hand and her phone on her right. She had her back faced to him and was too focused on the call to notice his presence.

Perfect.

Taking his time, Marcellus made himself comfortable by sitting on a couch close to the door and crossing one leg on top of the other while staring expectantly at the old hag.

"Take care, Gamma. Losing a hand isn’t the end of the world after all. Celine and I still have your back." Madame Greyheart finally said before ending the call, after which she scoffed. "Fucking Bloodoaks and their god complex."

Marcellus didn’t wait any longer and cleared his throat, causing her to jolt before swerving her body to face him.

"B– Beta Marcellus?" She said with confusion, her voice trembling.

Marcellus’ lips curled up into a sadistic grin as he blurted. "Hello, Madame Greyheart. Judgement day has come — and I’m feeling merciless tonight."