Chapter 49: The Plan

Reader's POV
Adele ran off to the kitchen by herself to have a turkey dinner for one.
The kitchen was empty, Mrs. Macy and the others probably waited for a long time and finally couldn't resist going back to bed. But before leaving they still left a turkey and black tea, coffee in the microwave, very easy to heat up.
Adele finished most of the turkey and three doughnuts while cursing her unfaithful brother in her mind, until she felt that her stomach could no longer be filled before she slowly slipped out of the kitchen and headed for her room.
Passing by Bertha's door she hesitated, but went up and knocked on the door, but there was no one there.
Adele again worried, back to the room almost the whole night did not sleep well, until the next day when it was almost dawn heard the next door slammed before finally closing their eyes to sleep.
Before going to sleep she was wondering where in the end Bertha went, is just back from her brother?
Like her, there are several people who have not slept this night.
She left easily, but Sam returned to his room and spent an hour sighing, then lay in bed all night thinking about how he should politely ask Aaron to pay attention to his sister's mental health problems?
Although for him Deborah even if dead a hundred times is not too much, but Adele is after all just a little girl.
Well, although this little girl is no longer small, but she is also really a little girl, and from before to now she has not received any specific training, and even because of the previous circumstances of the body also suffered damage, just like this want to kill Deborah?
This really will not be a problem?
And he knew Aaron the two siblings, the two of them would rarely say anything they could not do. So Adele was really thinking this in her mind.
Thinking about how diligently she had also been following Bertha's medical studies, Sam couldn't help but wonder if she was really just interested in those? Or does she want to learn something else?
He couldn't help but shiver at the thought, and decided that tomorrow he must find Aaron and Bertha to talk about this matter. At least one of them should talk to one of them.
It's not too late, he can take his time to think about what to say about this matter and then go to bed.
And Deborah, who lives downstairs from him, also slammed the door at this time, and must have just returned.
Sam did not bother to think about where she had gone again, anyway, she has been unwilling to stay quietly in her own house.
There were too many people around Deborah, and their people could only monitor those around her, but not her directly.
He rolled over, closed his eyes and prayed silently that tomorrow would be a good day.
Deborah returned to the room only two hours later.
If it wasn't for her own smell she wouldn't have wanted to return to that so-called room.
She did think of many possibilities when she came to Blue Moon at the beginning, such as how Aaron would treat her. Of course she knew that Aaron might have a bad attitude, but she could accept it.
But these are all on the basis that Aaron still has her in his heart. Whether it is hate or love, in short, as long as he has her in his heart, then she will be able to make another effort, and it does not matter if the result is bad, anyway, she is still the princess of the Pabu wolf pack.
But the only thing she didn't think about was that Aaron already had someone else by his side.
Not as Luna or as his suitor someone else, but the one he likes, put in his heart.
He never even touched each other, looking at her eyes in addition to love and respect.
Respect, what a strange word.
He had never looked at himself with such respect!
Deborah leaned against the door, desperate to see the woman enter his room.
It was two whole hours and she did not come out again.
She leaned over the door and pressed her ear against it trying to hear something, but there was no sound, only the smell of Aaron, which was so thick that it had become a dark cloud over her head and could not be dispersed.
Deborah opened her eyes wide, tears kept flowing down her cheeks. In this moment, she thought she had died.
On the way back she had Bertha's face in her head, she seemed completely unaware of what had happened, while whispering Aaron's name and pushing open the door that had left a gap.
She wasn't supposed to be here.
Deborah had planned everything for today, including arranging for someone to go to the treatment room to stall her and that sister of Aaron's, so that even Sam would not come to Aaron.
But she showed up anyway.
Or when she was thrown out the door like that.
Deborah knew she should not have seen herself. She was sitting on the floor full of humiliation and embarrassment, her legs and buttocks were hurting, but the first time she heard footsteps she quickly hid.
But who would have thought that Bertha would just go in?
Shouldn't she have knocked on the door again? Didn't she realize that it was already so late that the Alpha might as well have rested, Deborah thought hatefully as she hid.
If she dared to come out and stop Bertha at that moment or knock on the door after Bertha went in, maybe Aaron would just throw her out of the Blue Moon Pack the next day.
Something had to be done.
Deborah said to herself, this person must not stay now.
If nothing had happened between them tonight, she could hypnotize herself that it was all just her suspicions, or that the man was just a little diversion for Aaron when he was bored. But she went in for so long without coming out that anyone knew what was going on.
It can't be in there to heal him.
Maybe even the healing thing is just an excuse for them to use the healing time to get closer to each other.
The more Deborah thought about it, the angrier she became.
She approached the bathroom to undress and turn on the shower and looked in the mirror to see the water slowly rolling down her body.
Her body is beautiful, long legs, waist is also very thin, if only from the side will think she comes from the Eastern countries, very much like the kind of beauty in the ink painting.
At that time perhaps Aaron just like her standing by the lake that look.
But looking at it, Deborah couldn't help but think of Bertha sideways when she entered the door, the young girl no matter what action she did was very moving. Her hair waved past her eyes, and the hot red almost burned Deborah's eyes.
Was it that after all these years he had hated her to an unimaginable degree that he refused to accept her? Or was everything then just a dream of his youth for him?
Her beauty stunned him, but it was only beauty. Had he never had any real feelings?
Deborah didn't want to look at herself anymore and turned to pull the shower curtain closed.
She knew it wasn't.
It was when she was sixteen, the weather was beautiful just after the rain, the air was full of the scent of ripening freesia and berries, and she was standing by the lake thinking about her miserable life and how she should get out of this difficult situation.
Then Aaron saw her, he was still just a big boy, saw her for a long time looking at the lake thought she was going to kill herself, and rushed up to hug her.
Maybe he didn't even get a good look at her before rushing up, in any case, when she raised her head the man froze, limbs stiff, holding her, even afraid to move, cheeks red like a tomato.
That was the first time they met.
Later he always repeatedly told how stupid and unexpected he was at that time, and how he praised her.
When they were together, he was always careful to ask her opinion on everything, including hand-holding and kissing, and later on, companionship.
That's why she's so resigned to it now.
Even if Aaron's attitude toward her at times could simply be described as disgusting.
"Can't keep her."
She repeated again and whispered, "By whatever means, this time she must disappear."
Must disappear!
Deborah opened her eyes, dried herself off, and walked out of the room.
She gently closed the door to her room, taking care not to make a sound, and quietly walked toward the basement of the floor.
The basement is generally used as a warehouse, which is stacked with a number of miscellaneous items that are not normally used, these days she has been using one of the rooms as an interrogation room to use.
Of course, the subject of her interrogation is actually just that one.
The person on the floor was lying flat on her back, her whole body smelled bad, and if it wasn't for the heaving of her chest, one would almost think she was dead.
Deborah waved at the person at the door, who quickly brought over a bucket of ice water and threw it in the direction of her finger.
Edna thought she was dreaming when she opened her eyes for a moment.
She felt as cold as if she had been thrown in an ice cellar, and had just shivered before she could say anything, when her hair was tugged and she had to look up with the force.
"How are you?" Deborah smiled almost like a demon.
Edna coughed twice and stared at her with a deadly stare, waiting for the torture to follow.
Unexpectedly, she let go of her hand.
"Answer me two questions." Deborah looked at her and said slowly, "After you answer you can leave and never appear in front of me again."
Edna wanted to laugh, but then she went on, "I know someone who has been looking after you, I got her here, maybe you don't care for her very much either?"
Zoe!
Edna froze. She looked around carefully, but saw nothing.
Only Deborah across from her with a brooch pinned to her, a brooch she knew, she had given it to Zoe on her seventeenth birthday, but she couldn't bear to wear it.
"What do you want to know?"
"Bertha." Deborah said, "When she came to Blue Moon Pack and what her sister's name was."
"Just those two questions?" Edna was a little less than convinced.
Deborah nodded.
Deborah was still standing in place when Edna was helped away by Zoe.
She looked at the moon in the sky and her voice sounded soft.
"Go find the female wolf whose name starts with K, red hair, just inside the territory of the Big Five near Blue Moon Pack, about the same size as Adele, with a sister."