Chapter 46|The Traitor.

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A fair skinned woman donned a cloak over her body as she fled from the house to the dungeon where the prisoner was kept at. Her form was lean and the tendrils of hair that slipped past her bun were as dark as coal, courtesy of the night.

"We have a situation. He knows she's gone and they're conducting a very thorough search, they'll stop at nothing to get to the bottom of it and find her. We need to terminate her before our plan gets ruined and we exposed." She whispered over the phone skipping several steps with the herb she stored for the occasion in the pockets of her drab heavy garment. "Arabella is one of the suspects, they suspect Ives and Arianna too. Do whatever you can to taint their names and have us out of the equation so they won't suspect anything from anyone beyond those two. I'll do my part with ease but can you trust the princess to do the same?" She asked the last part with contempt lacing her tone.

She hates the idea of anyone getting too close to any of her brothers. Having two women attached to both was making her feel like pulling her hair out of her scalp. She knew fully well about the attraction between Lucas and Arabella, it was obvious in the way their stares lingered whenever they were within close proximity. She notices a lot of things about people that no one else bothers to comprehend or give any or much thought to. Her regal and friendly demeanor gave no room for anyone to misjudge or suspect her for the littlest of crimes. Everyone thought her a saint.

Alexander's obsession with Isabelle was bordering on insanity, at least as per her thoughts. She hates how protective he was of her, what ignited her fury most was his reaction to how another man attempted dancing with Isabelle in the bar they visited several days ago. His reaction and rage was unlike anything he'd ever done or felt for her before. He didn't care one bit if she was assaulted too that day and only hauled himself at the man bothering his pathetic so called mate and left her to his Beta without a word. Her loathing for the red haired woman escalated that day.

At first, it was how Arabella used to cling to him that bothered her but when she came to realize who the real contender was her thoughts flicked off the former and latched unto the latter. Ironically, Arabella decided at that time to stare at Lucas whenever she thought no one was looking and he, her. She felt like growing nuts at the idea that both women were around solely for the purpose of taking away the only family she had.

And so, she took matters into her own hands.

Leah kicked the doors to Isabelle's cell room with her foot after the man guarding it slipped its key into place. She found the girl lying on the ground, her body was curved in a protective manner. She shrugged out of her heavy cloak handing it over to the guard assigned to keeping Isabelle locked. He accepted it with respect as she gracefully shuffled on her feet with one of the deadliest potion mix in her grasp.

It was the most effective potion that could get rid of the most powerful man in the blink of an eye made up of silver which kills werewolves easily, the obsidian coal, a deadly herb on its own and a few other drugs. Its putrid stench reached her nostrils and she fought the urge to gag in disgust. Lowering herself to Isabelle's unconscious form she gestured at the guard to move closer with a sharp nail in hand. She had the man use the object on Isabelle's fingers awakening the girl instantly from the pain forced on her. She released a scream at the feel of the nail pricking her skin at first before it was plunged deep into her milky white palm. Blood oozed from the injury to the ground beneath their feet making Leah smile in content.

Leah took Isabelle's scream as an opportunity to shove a spoonful of the deadly potion into Isabelle's parted lips. She watched as the girl spluttered, gagged, cried until her shoulders slumped and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head.

Smiling in ultimate content, a surge of satisfaction coursed through Leah as she watched Isabelle's reaction to the poison with keen interest, foam gathered around Isabelle's lips, flowing continuously, she grinned as the other girl thrashed wildly on the ground, the movement was volatile and so was the clattering of her lips.

"So long bitch." She singsonged sliding out of the doors as graceful as she went in. The other girl's sobs of pain like music to her ears.

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**Isabelle's P O V.

I felt like my soul was wrenched harshly out of my body to another. I watched as the girl with my body thrashed on the floor, her body was dripping sweat nonstop and the contents gushing out of her mouth to the freezing cold floors were thick, foamy and white. It was only when the thrashing subsided did all other reactions stop. Her unconscious form laid motionless on the ground until a deep breath took the soul that left back into her body.

My limbs shook as I attempted to get on my feet. My hands gave way to the restlessness making me collapse in the puddle I made on the ground.

In my head I began to see visions, hear loud voices, give names to people's faces. Events that happened years ago returned to my memories.

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**ELEVEN YEARS AGO.

My grandfather, the former Alpha of the Bane Pack laid motionless on his orthopedic bed, his hands were the only parts of his body that could move for the past three years. Although it evoked a tremendously large amount of pain to excercise the movement, Christopher Bane refused to let go of his only hope.

"Who came for me will come for me my child. You're too young to understand the deceptions that go around this earth on an hourly basis. We get stabbed from behind by the very people we trust most in our lives. We're left with the choice of trusting a meager few and having someone from the very few betray you is unrecoverable. Its pain is incomparable." He explained to me in a hoarse voice that was unlike my grandfather's loud, authoritatively booming voice. As a young girl I thought his voice could shake the earth.

"Grandpa who betrayed you?" I asked curiously, slipping my fingers into his. I'd always wondered about what truly happened to my grandfather and his two closest friends.