Marked By The Alpha's Cursed Blue Moon

Mr. Frederick leaned back in his chair as he calmly asked Elijah Simons, "What makes you think now is the best time to attack?"

Elijah’s voice on the phone was steady. "Because they’re unsettled, Frederick. All their focus is on the safety of the girl. She means a lot to them."

"Maria? How does she mean so much to them?" Mr. Frederick frowned. "The Gilberts have never been fans of the Jackson family."

Elijah let out a small laugh. "There’s a staff of authority that I want... and they want it too. Whoever holds that staff is the rightful leader of the Blue Moon Pack. But Maria... Maria is the only one who can pass it on to whoever she chooses."

Mr. Frederick sat up, intrigued. "This is the first I’m hearing of this. So tell me, what exactly will attacking the Gilberts now gain you?"

Elijah’s voice hardened. "The Gilberts are the only ones standing in my way of becoming Alpha. If I wipe them out, Maria will hand the staff over to me, and I will rise as the new Alpha."

Mr. Frederick thought for a moment, his brows furrowed. "I’ve heard you, Simons. But we won’t act just yet. I need my men to come back with full details. Once I know it’s the right time for war... then we move."

"Alright, Frederick. I’ll wait for your call. But don’t take too long." Elijah’s voice faded as the call ended.

Mr. Frederick sighed deeply, his mind spinning. Why is Elijah so desperate for war now? We need to move carefully. We can’t afford reckless decisions.

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Back at Celtic Hospital, Cassandra sat anxiously in the reception area, waiting for Bernard. Minutes later, Bernard strode into the building, his eyes quickly landing on her. Without hesitation, he walked straight to her.