As expected, I was right.
After a little walk around the estate, I found Phoebe seated in one of the most secluded gardens.
Hmm... A feisty woman who loved her peace once in a while.
"It seems like she's going to suit your tastes, Negan." Rowland suddenly commented from beside me, forcing me to turn my gaze to him.
"Tastes? You mean to eat?" I asked cluelessly.
I mean, I hadn't ever eaten a werewolf before... So what could he be talking about? Sex, maybe?
"Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean." Rowland grinned, shoving me playfully from the spot where we stood watching Phoebe.
Now I was getting even more lost.
"Oh, come on, Negan. I meant in like a romantic way." Rowland gave up, throwing his hands listlessly into the air. "You haven't shown so much interest in a woman in years. And honestly, if she ticks all your boxes, I think you should go for it. You know we aren't as lucky as pureblood werewolves to always get fated mates."
Ahh... Right.
One of the main reasons why hybrid werewolves were ostracized by Purebloods for centuries was because of our slight disconnection from the moon goddess that made our chances of having a fated mate rare.
I'd already given up on that idea a long time ago, making me disinterested in the idea of pursuing romantic interests.
Anyway, I harrumphed at Rowland's assumptions before I spoke up concerning it. "Well, Rowland, I don't think I'm interested. Don't get me wrong, I would love to bed her and have a taste of those succulent lips of hers. Look at them..."
I waved my hand into the air, using my witch magic to project an image of Phoebe in real time since we currently stood behind her.
"... I can bet that those lips taste like honey," I remarked, licking my lips as I was already feeling my little soldier rising beneath me.
However, Rowland coughed, snapping me out of my reverie. "I think you should control yourself till AFTER you've taken the aphrodisiac. We don't want Catherine to think you're into Phoebe."
I rolled my eyes, before waving my hand, causing the image of Phoebe to dissipate before placing my focus on the real one's back.
"This should be fun..." I rubbed my palms, already anticipating what would come next.
.
.
We did it. We actually did it!
Rowland was able to slip the aphrodisiac into the bottle of whiskey Phoebe and I shared.
After dismissing him, it didn't take long for her to begin throwing herself at me.
We almost got caught by former Luna Catherine who seemed to be searching for Phoebe. But I knew, in reality, she was searching for Rowland, whom she'd sent to take the incriminating photos of myself and the Moon's Chosen.
Anyway, after taking Phoebe to my private residence, we did the deed and she was fantastic. It was amazing how a seemingly innocent she-wolf could become a feral creature in bed under the influence of her heat and some aphrodisiac.
However, after we had sex, she seemed overridden with guilt and shame, even trying her best to avoid my gaze.
'Aw, does she feel bad for cheating on her mate?' I thought to myself, a slight smirk curling the corner of my lips.
Cry me a river! She should be glad she got a taste of my premium dick.
Not a lot of women could boast of such a feat.
I ended up escorting her out of my private residence, after which we came across Elsa Thatcher.
If I had a list of noble good-for-nothing werewolves that I wished to get rid of someday... She would probably be in the top ten of that list.
Heck, who was I kidding... She would easily make the top five!
When she addressed me with little regard simply because she was trying to insult Phoebe and was angry I dared defend her, I nearly snapped if it weren't for my self-control.
'I'll leave her be for now since she and her father are also useful pawns in my plans.' I thought to myself while keeping a neutral expression in real life.
Eventually, Alpha Kaene also made an appearance and ended up dragging Phoebe away, ignoring all her retaliations and protests.
I was left alone with Elsa who groaned dramatically before turning her gaze to me.
"I don't know why Alpha Kaene can be so blinded by that... That trashy girl." She hissed, her fists clenched like she was about to punch someone. "What does he see in her that he doesn't see in me?"
Hmph... A functioning brain perhaps. But also...
"You do realize she's the Moon's Chosen, right?" I asked, pretending like I was even a little bit interested in her feeble attempt at small talk.
I hated the girl but I also had an image of being a 'friendly' Beta to constantly portray.
"And so what if she's the Moon's Chosen?" She threw her hands into the air, giving me a frustrated look. "He could always get rid of her. Banish her or probably even–"
"Be cautious of your next words, Elsa." My voice was calm but managed to sound eerily cold when I realized what she was about to say next.
These people were disgusting! Death?
Was she seriously just about to suggest that Kaene kill his mate simply because she was a maid?
'I'd rather you die first, cockroach.' I thought to myself, trying hard to keep my emotions in check.
Jeez, what was wrong with me? And so what if the werewolves wanted to kill themselves? Why should I care... That would even help a little with our organization's cause.
But at what cost?
"Why do you sound so pressed, Beta Negan?" Elsa queried with dimmed eyes, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I could feel a little suspicion from her and began coming to a realization. What if she was also in on Catherine's plan?
I mean, it was well known that the former Luna favored Elsa as her preferred candidate as the Moon's Chosen...
'Looks like I'll have to keep a sharper eye on this one too.' I thought to myself while staring blankly at Elsa.
Faking a cough, I waved dismissively. "I do not wish to distract you from your... Bright ideas, Ms. Thatcher." My tone was laced with sarcasm that I didn't even try hiding.
She parted her lips, apparently trying to say something, but I turned away from her. "Have a good night."