Avenging Luna
Chapter 71: Perfect Wicked Plan

Chapter 71: Perfect Wicked Plan

Lily’s POV:

Wow, this was even better than I had imagined. There was something so deliciously satisfying about watching everyone rally around Leila, showering her with love and support for her decision to keep the baby. They thought she was stepping into the role of a perfect mother, that she was ready to embrace this new life with open arms. Little did they know, I was about to turn their world upside down, and all it would take was a slip of wolfbane in Leila’s drink.

As I sat at the edge of the kitchen, feigning enthusiasm, I couldn’t help but chuckle internally at how easy it would be to manipulate this situation. Everyone was so caught up in the celebrations, so willing to believe the best in Leila. They trusted her completely, and that trust would make my plan all the more effective.

I casually glanced at Leila, who was now laughing at one of Nelly’s wild stories about how she planned to spoil the baby. The warmth in her eyes and the glow on her face were genuine, but I knew I could easily extinguish that light. She had never really experienced love and support as a child, and I would exploit that vulnerability. She was so naïve to think that motherhood would be a piece of cake, especially with someone like Drake involved.

My plan was simple yet effective. I would slip wolfbane into her drink, just a small amount to make her feel sick—enough for her to be incapacitated, but not enough to raise any immediate alarms. It was a clever move; who would suspect a loving friend? I could portray myself as concerned, someone who just wanted to help, all while secretly reveling in the chaos that would ensue.

And then, to make things even more enticing, I’d let a little rumor slip. "Did you hear someone saw Leila purposely take that drink?" I could already imagine the whispers spreading like wildfire, eroding the foundation of trust she had built around her. The seeds of doubt would take root, and soon enough, I could watch as her world crumbled.

The thought of Leila suffering, of Drake’s face contorted in confusion and pain as he realized what was happening to his mate, made my heart race with excitement. It was like a symphony of chaos playing in my head, each note harmonizing perfectly with my desire for revenge. They had no idea what I was capable of, but soon they would learn.

Leila’s POV:

I looked around the room, scanning for Lily and the baby, but they were nowhere to be seen. Something felt off.

"Where’s Lily?" I asked Nelly, glancing toward the door, trying not to let the anxiety creep into my voice.

"Oh, she’s outside with the baby," Nelly responded casually. "Lily didn’t want to impose, especially after everything that happened between you guys. She thought it’d be better to give you space and wait out there."

I nodded slowly, but it didn’t entirely settle my unease. "And how is she?"

Lucas and Nelly exchanged quick glances before both affirmed almost in unison, "She’s changed."

Nelly, in particular, seemed enthusiastic. "The baby’s been good for her, Leila. I think it’s helped her to grow. She’s calmer now, more grounded. Honestly, she’s trying to be a better person."

I listened to their words but couldn’t shake the lingering doubts. It was hard to trust someone who had once been so close to tearing Drake and me apart. But maybe... maybe people could change? Still, something about Lily made my instincts stay on alert.

Drake’s POV:

Now that Leila had accepted our future together and the life growing inside her, I felt an immense sense of relief. One major problem off my long list, and I could finally breathe a little easier. Her decision had brightened my days in ways I hadn’t even realized I needed. I was going to be a father. Who wouldn’t be happy about that?

The thought of holding my child in my arms, knowing they were a part of both me and Leila, filled me with a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. But what excited me the most was the possibility of having a daughter. With Leila being a female Alpha, there was every chance our first child could be a girl. And I wouldn’t let history repeat itself—not for her, not for any of our children.

She would my little Leila, I’d love her fiercely and protect her with everything I had. I’d spoil her rotten and show her a world where she could be strong and independent, but also loved unconditionally. I could already picture myself proudly watching her grow into the powerful woman she would inevitably become.

Whether a boy or a girl, this child would have two Alpha bloodlines running through their veins. They’d be strong, capable, and unstoppable. I knew it in my soul. Whatever challenges life threw at us, I was ready to face them.

What was left now was tying up all the loose ends before our child entered this world. I wanted them to be born into a world free from betrayal, deceit, and revenge. No shadows looming over their future.

To ensure that, I had to root out the traitor within my pack. My gut had been screaming Marcus for a while now, and it was only a matter of time before I could peg him with concrete evidence. He was cunning, but so was I. I wouldn’t let him slip through my fingers. He would pay for any betrayal he had committed against me, against Leila, and against our pack.

And then, there was the issue of the Blood Moon Pack and Moonshine. Their fates were sealed. I would destroy them both. The Blood Moon Pack, for what they did to Leila, for forcing her into a life she didn’t deserve, and Moonshine, for taking my parents from me and leaving me with the weight of their loss. Their blood would be the price of my peace and my vengeance.

I wasn’t going to let my child be born into a world still haunted by the ghosts of the past. I would bring justice to my parents, to Leila, and ensure that no one would ever dare to threaten us again.

A father’s love could be a powerful thing, and now I had something even stronger to fight for—my future, my mate, and the child we would bring into this world. Whatever it took, no matter the cost, I would see it through. The Blood Moon Pack, Marcus, anyone who dared stand in my way—they would fall.

I’d make sure of it.