Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

Chapter 174: Using the Opponent

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

[Margaret’s Perspective]

“Actually, I felt a sense of familiarity from the moment the man spoke. The tone of his voice when he threatened you reminded me,” Elizabeth said. “Margaret, you’re right. They were working with Angel. We were betrayed by her.”

“What did you hear? When did you hear it?” I asked anxiously.

“I woke up earlier than you. At that time, I heard someone talking from above. Because it was not very clear, I thought I was hallucinating, but the person’s voice made me remember.”

Elizabeth took a deep, trembling breath. “I heard him and Angel discussing plans for afterwards.”

My stomach tightened. “What are they planning to do to us?”

I felt Elizabeth shake her head behind me.

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear that much. Angel and them seemed to be arguing. In the middle I heard a very abrupt word—Master.”

“Do you remember what they were arguing about?” I asked.

“I wasn’t really awake at the time. I just vaguely heard some words and ‘Silver Moon Pack’ and ‘Transfer’ and stuff.

It looks like they’re targeting not just us, but the entire Silver Moon Pack.”

I tried to analyze the situation. “We might just be part of their plan. My guess is that whatever they’re arguing about is the problem of dealing with us. Angel definitely wants to take us out directly, but the person behind this obviously has other ideas.”

“What does that mean?” Elizabeth’s confused voice asked. “Are we safe now?”

“From the looks of it, that’s the case. Angel is working with the other party. The other party must have something that can restrain her. She won’t dare to attack us directly.” I narrowed my eyes and said, “But since they’re not completely on the same side, this gives us a chance.”

“You mean we’re going to sow discord between them and take the opportunity to escape?” Elizabeth said.

“We have no reason to give up doing so.”

“But we’re tied up here and can’t do anything.” Elizabeth’s frustrated voice came from behind me. “If it’s to sow discord, I used to do a lot of those things in high school, but there’s no room for us to cast them now.”

“Then we’ll have to create our own opportunities.” I looked down and thought for a moment. “Where did the voices come from when you heard them before?”

“From above us.”

Up above… I looked up at the dark ceiling. After the effects of the black potion faded, I could easily see the material of the roof with my werewolf vision although I still couldn’t contact Donald.

There were gray walls all around, but the boards on them were wooden.

From the current signs and Elizabeth’s account, I could almost conclude that the other party’s goal was not to take our lives. That meant they had to send someone to monitor our safety. But the door was closed again. How would they know if we were safe inside?

The wooden boards didn’t have much soundproofing, and we were locked in an almost enclosed basement. If we shouted, someone outside would definitely hear us. As long as someone was willing to come in and communicate with us, we had a chance of using him to get out of here.

I tapped my fingers lightly on the ground, closed my eyes, and began to think about what I was going to do.

What reason should I use to call someone over?

We had been locked up here for a day. No one had brought us food or water. There was no place here to meet the most basic physical needs. If we used this as an excuse, would we have a chance to leave this house, even if we couldn’t escape for the time being? However, as long as we could understand the location, that would give me a little chance to try to contact Donald.

Thinking of Donald, I felt a nerve in my heart throbbing again.

Why didn’t I insist on staying with him? Why was I always so stubborn and refused to accept his meticulous protection?

The enemy had prepared a trap for him and was just waiting for him to jump in. What if he was trapped and injured or even killed by the enemy when he came to find me? At this moment, I hoped that he would come to save me, but I also hoped that he would be safe.

I shook my head to clear the thoughts from my mind.

I could only do what I could now and not just wallow in my imagination.

A plan appeared in my mind, but before I could implement it, I had to confirm something.

I whispered to Elizabeth, and her breathing quickened.

“I can’t, Margaret. I can’t do it.”

“You have to be able to,” I said firmly. “This plan needs both of us.”

Elizabeth’s voice was almost a sob. “I can’t, Margaret. You know I’ve never been good at fighting.”