Ashley's POV
After the guard was done revealing his observation, Dante quickly examined the food and discovered it contained Wolfsbane.
"How are you sure it's Celine?" I doubted.
"There is no other person that had a motive. Besides, she was the one that did the first one." The guard pointed out.
"Dante, what are we going—" I turned to see my mate already calling a number, "What the hell?" I spat, as I ran towards him, collected the phone, and ended the call.
"Why would you do that?" Dante squinted.
"Who are you trying to call?" I avoided his question.
"Isn't it obvious that I'm calling Alpha Jackson?" The dark-haired man answered.
"Why would you want to call him?"
"To inform him of the stunt his wife just pulled but failed, thanks to the kitchen guard."
"We don't need to do that. Let's allow it to slide, taking it as her parting gift." I rubbed my hands gently on my mate's shoulders and he relaxed.
