Marked By The Alpha's Cursed Blue Moon

Chapter 111. Freedom Plan



Chapter 111: 111. Freedom Plan

Maria stood up respectfully as Mr. Frederick descended the staircase, his face lit with a warm smile. "Hello Maria, how are you doing?" he asked in a friendly tone.

"Good morning, sir. I’m doing very fine," Maria replied, returning the smile and bowing slightly in greeting.

Mr. Frederick reached the bottom of the stairs and gestured for her to sit. He took a seat opposite her in the lavish living room and leaned forward, his demeanor shifting to something more serious. noveldrama

"I know you must be worried about the way I called you here," he began calmly, his eyes locked on hers. "But there’s no need to panic. What you should focus on is preparing for the plan I’m about to share with you."

Maria nodded slowly, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She didn’t interrupt. She needed to hear everything.

"First," he continued, "I want to know how things have been since you returned from the hospital. Especially concerning Bernard and his family. What have you noticed?"

Maria hesitated at first. There was still a part of her that wanted to keep things to herself, but she reminded herself that Mr. Frederick was the only one trying to help her. Slowly, she began to speak.

"I’ve been fine... physically," she began. "But Bernard and his parents have been too nice. Almost unnaturally kind. It makes me uncomfortable, and honestly, it’s raised my suspicions."

She paused, her expression growing more serious. "But what’s more important is what I found out recently about the Staff of Office. I only just learned about it a few days ago."

Mr. Frederick’s face shifted slightly, and he leaned in with more interest. "The Staff of Office?" he repeated, his curiosity evident.

"Yes. A group of elders from the pack visited Gilbert’s mansion. They brought up the Staff of Office and explained that it’s the only thing preventing Bernard from becoming the full Alpha—one with complete powers and authority."

Mr. Frederick’s gaze darkened, but he said nothing yet. Maria continued.

"They said only a true bloodline of the last Alpha can hold the staff, and only that person can pass it on. Which means I’m the only one who can give it to Bernard. And they want it to happen at the next annual park meeting."

Mr. Frederick nodded slowly, taking everything in. "So how do you plan to handle this development?"

Maria’s jaw tightened. "I plan to use it as leverage—to finally get my freedom back. If they want that staff so badly, they’ll have to give me what I want."

To her surprise, Mr. Frederick smiled. A soft, thoughtful smile that made her feel oddly unsettled.

"Why are you smiling, sir?" she asked with a puzzled look.

"I can see you want your freedom. That’s good. But there’s something you need to understand about the Gilberts," he said, his voice lowering, his eyes piercing into hers.

Maria felt her stomach tighten with unease. "What do you mean?" she asked carefully.

"The Gilberts will do anything to get the power they crave. Anything," he said with quiet emphasis. "You holding them to ransom might work. They might give you what you ask. But what happens after that? What happens to you?"

"I don’t think they care about me," Maria responded hesitantly. "They just want the Alpha seat. Once they have it, they’ll leave me alone."

Mr. Frederick’s smile faded. "That’s funny of you to believe," he said dryly. "If that’s true, then why haven’t they returned your parents’ properties to you?"

The moment he asked that question, something in Maria clicked. She had never thought deeply about that before—but now it made perfect sense. Her suspicion grew stronger.

She looked up at him, eyes wide. "So, what do you think I should do?"

"I want you to cooperate," he said. "Take the Staff of Office to the park house on the day of the annual meeting. Play along."

Maria blinked. "Cooperate?" she repeated, stunned. "You’re asking me to hand it over and give up the only opportunity I have to escape them?"

"Yes," Mr. Frederick said calmly. "Because if we do it right, we can make you look like the victim. Let them take the seat while we prepare to take back everything that belongs to you. On your terms."

Maria was silent, struggling to understand his plan. "You’re confusing me, sir... What’s going on?"

Mr. Frederick leaned forward again, his voice gentle but firm. "Before I say more, I need to ask you something."

Maria nodded slightly, giving him permission to continue.

"Do you trust me to handle things in your best interest?"

Maria looked into his eyes. He hadn’t lied to her so far. He hadn’t misled her or made promises he didn’t intend to keep. After a few seconds of silence, she nodded.

"Yes. I do trust you."

Mr. Frederick smiled again, a calm confidence in his expression.

"Then trust me when I say this is the smartest way forward. Play along with the Gilberts. Let them think they’ve won. I’ll handle the rest. But not a word of this to anyone. No one can know we’ve had this conversation."

Maria nodded, the weight of the situation settling on her shoulders. "Okay. I’ll do my best. Just... please don’t let me down."

"I won’t," he said firmly. "I promise you, I will get you your freedom."

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Meanwhile, Hadizah sat alone in the dimly lit living room of Mrs. Spencer’s apartment. The silence around her was heavy. Her thoughts swirled in grief, heartbroken over the fate of her friend.

The ritual was only two days away. Two days until the woman who had fought so many battles, who had loved deeply and helped countless others, would be gone. The pain was unbearable, but she knew she had to be strong—for Laura’s sake, at least.

As she sat there, lost in thought, the front door opened and Laura walked in. A bright smile lit her young face as she walked toward Hadizah.

"Good morning, ma’am," Laura greeted cheerfully. "I didn’t see you in your room earlier."

Hadizah forced a weak smile as they exchanged pleasantries, but her heart was breaking all over again. Laura didn’t know. She had no idea what was coming.

"Where’s Auntie?" Laura asked innocently. "Is she still sleeping or did she step out early?"

Hadizah looked away, fighting back tears. She couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Laura tilted her head, sensing something was wrong. She tried reaching out with her mind, hoping to hear a thought—but nothing came. Confusion swept over her.

"Ma’am..." she said again, her voice more serious now. "What happened to Mrs. Spencer?"


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