Marked By The Alpha's Cursed Blue Moon

Mr. Frederick and Elijah Simons were still deep in conversation. The last words from Mr. Frederick had settled perfectly in Elijah’s ears, and a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.

But Elijah was still a bit confused about the exact plan his friend had in mind. With a curious yet uncertain look, he asked, "This plan you’re talking about, I don’t really understand how it’s going to play out. But I trust you to make it work. Can you briefly explain it to me?"

Mr. Frederick’s smile deepened. "Elijah, this plan will work. I believe in it completely. But right now, what I need from you is simple—go back home, gather all your men, and keep them on standby. I’ll give you the full details tomorrow, but first, I need to bring in some more professional hands to strengthen our side."

Elijah nodded, though the excitement in his chest was hard to hide. "Alright, I’ll do just that. I’ll get going immediately."

"Good," Mr. Frederick said, then added as Elijah turned to leave, "One more thing—stay hidden for now. Let your men know that this is war, but this time, we are going in with a solid plan."

Elijah’s eyes lit up. "I love the sound of war. This is what I’ve been waiting for."

Without wasting time, Elijah walked out of the living room, climbed into his car, and drove off with determination.

Mr. Frederick remained seated, his mind racing with satisfaction. "This is going to be fun," he murmured to himself. "To destroy an enemy, you must play them against another enemy who knows them better. The Gilbert family will hear from me soon."

**At Mrs. Spencer’s House**