The Alpha King's Witch Bride
Chapter 83: _Goodbye, Marcellus

Chapter 83: _Goodbye, Marcellus

Marcellus POV

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When evening came, he stepped out of his residence after putting on a simple suit.

However, when he got to the Alpha’s mansion and received greetings from the guards at the gate, he overheard them discussing something that caught his attention.

"I wonder why those Alphas from the neighboring packs came to visit the Alpha King." One whispered, causing Marcellus’ ears to twitch with interest.

Another one soon chimed in. "Yeah, do you think it has something to do with his witch Bride?"

"A few came for the South American Alpha king’s welcoming ball yesterday though."

"Nah, this is different. Something is up that we don’t know about yet."

"Do you think we’ll be waging an attack or raid against the witches soon?"

When Marcellus got into the mansion, walking through the grand foyer, he dimmed his eyes as he thought about what those guards were discussing.

He tried wracking his head, thinking about any possible reasons why the neighboring Alphas would come visit without Kaelos inviting them, but he couldn’t think of anything.

’Perhaps there’s fresh trouble on the horizon...’ He thought to himself, his lips curling up into a sly smirk.

Anyway, he stopped thinking much about it and navigated his way to Odessa’s room door.

He cleared his throat, adjusting his tie before he knocked on the door.

Barely a few seconds later, the door opened and Odessa showed her beautiful face, a pretty smile etched on her features when she saw him.

"Marcellus, good evening." She greeted him with a cheery tone as she stepped aside for him to walk in. "You actually made it. Please, come in."

Marcellus had a grin on his face as he nodded curtly at her before stepping in, scanning his gaze around the room.

His eyes landed on her bed just then where he saw her aunt’s grimoire lying on it, looking ominous as usual.

However, before he could attempt to move closer and touch it, Odessa closed the door and moved to stand in front of him, blocking his view of the damned book.

It was at that moment that Marcellus brought his gaze to Odessa and allowed himself to scrutinize her closely.

She wore a beautiful white nightgown and had her hair tied up into a ponytail that trailed down her left chest. There was also a hint of mascara on her face and her violet eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit room.

"You look, lovely, Dessa," Marcellus said with a smile as he took her right hand and kissed it gently.

He could see the confusion on Odessa’s face as well as the subtle blush, but she did well to hide it, coughing awkwardly before she smiled.

"T– Thank you, Marcellus." She said with a low tone before she glanced at the balcony. "Let’s head to the balcony. The drinks are there and I like the view."

She stared at him for a few more seconds before she turned around and strutted to the balcony, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her.

Marcellus let his gaze linger on her back and on her ass underneath her gown, a sly smirk curling up his lips.

He couldn’t tell what it was but there was something different about Odessa. She seemed more stiff and tense than usual around him.

But he ended up shrugging, not paying much attention to that as he followed behind her.

When she stopped at the balcony, she bent to pick up an already-prepared glass of wine.

However, when Marcellus got to the balcony and she stood straight again, she turned around and was about to take a step forward when she bumped into his body, causing her to gasp and for him to frown.

She took a step back but then almost tripped, her drink still in her hand.

Fortunately for her, Marcellus caught her by placing his right arm around her waist, pulling her up, and causing her to stare straight into his eyes.

"Careful there. You seem extra clumsy tonight." Marcellus said with a teasing voice, his eyes going from her eyes to her full lips.

They were still close to each other’s bodies, and his arm was still wrapped around her waist, but he didn’t seem to notice as he tried controlling his urges.

Meanwhile, Odessa fluttered her eyelids with confusion flashing past her eyes before she finally realized their proximity, causing her to cough awkwardly as her face heated up with a blush.

"I’m sorry, I’ve just been a little worked up since my encounter with Celine this morning," Odessa muttered as Marcellus removed his arm from her body.

He glanced at the small table at the center of the balcony where a glass of wine was sitting, waiting for him.

"Don’t mind if I do." He said with a playful tone before he squatted and picked up the glass, taking a sip without thinking much of it.

He noticed Odessa staring at him as he finished the whole glass in one gulp, making him realize that he had completely forgotten to respond to her last statement.

"Oh, right. What happened with Celine?" He asked, arching an eyebrow as he dropped the glass on the table.

Odessa stared at him for a little longer before she let out a small sigh, shaking her head.

"I’m sorry it had to come to this, Marcellus. But you’ll be in my way if I don’t do this."

What is the name of...?

Suddenly, Marcellus felt a twist in his stomach, forcing him to place his hand on top of it. His stomach growled while his breathing increased as he struggled to get air into his lungs.

Meanwhile, Odessa took one last sip from the glass in her hand before she walked away from the balcony and headed into her room.

It was then that Marcellus began to realize what happened. There was something in the drink.

That’s what he gets for taking a drink from a potion witch.

"W– What did you do...?" As he took a step forward and began following behind Odessa, his eyes began getting dizzy and he got hit by a crippling nausea that made his legs give in.

He collapsed to the ground, struggling to stay conscious as Odessa stared down at him with guilt in her eyes.

"Thank you for being a good friend. Goodbye, Marcellus..."