A Murder Plot Turned Seduction

Morgana's POV

Ryker watches me as I add the poison to the Alpha’s whiskey.

“Add everything,” he instructs, his voice hard. Always hard. He just cannot pretend to be soft for too long. “I don’t trust that man to remain dead with the little quantity you put.”

I do as instructed. I pour all the poison and toss the empty bottle into a waste bag. I cork the whiskey back.

With a practiced smile playing on my lips, I carry the tray.

“Now… go. Make sure he drinks it. Don’t forget… your victory determines the fate of our marriage.”

Marriage?

This dickhead.

That is never a marriage; it is a prison that I will break free from.

“Alright, darling.”

I step out of the room and make my way straight to the Alpha’s lounge.

I feel Ryker’s gaze piercing into my back. He wants to make sure that I do his bidding.

When I reach the door, I take a deep breath. I do not know what I am going to do yet, but I know he is not going to drink the poison.

I knock lightly and only step in after I hear his voice summoning me inside.

Inside, the room is thick with the smell of arousal and lust. Same scene as my previous life. One of the club strippers is on her knees right in front of him.

His gaze finds me, and he smirks. Dark and knowing. A guttural growl spills from him as he leaves the stripper before him.

I heave in relief. Even though I know he is alive… it is good to see him myself. Alive and breathing.

But does he really love me like Ryker says in my previous life?

If he does… then why does he indulge the strippers right in my presence?

And he is still married to the Queen, so why would he love me?

And to think he saves me from drowning… my heart swells with gratitude.

“Now, leave!” he barks.

The lady stands and runs out of the room.

I remain by the door, trying to calm my nerves and stop the desperate clenching between my thighs.

So, I manage a smile and approach him cautiously. “I brought your drink.”

No response. He just takes a long drag of his cigarette, the smell wafting into my nostrils as I set the tray before him.

My hand trembles as I uncork the wine and fill his glass. Just as I anticipate, he wraps his hand around my wrist.

I do not ask questions this time.

I just drag my eyes over him—from his face that looks like he is still in his thirties when everyone says he is over fifty… clearly time does nothing to him, to his tattooed strong chest revealed by his undone upper buttons, then to the thick bulge pressing against his leather pants.

Goddess…

Desire pulses through me.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I have always tried to control myself around him even though it is difficult, but today… I just want to surrender to the desire coiling inside me.

I just want to drop to my knees… but he is my father-in-law, and the Queen would literally kill me if she learns about any entanglement with her husband.

Then he bursts into a loud, maniacal laugh that shakes the walls. “What is going through your mind, Morganna?”

The way he says my name… Morganna… it sounds like music—one I want to hear first thing in the morning when I wake and the last thing at night before I sleep.

“No—thing,” I stammer, afraid he will see through the thoughts I harbor.

He throws my hand away, and the bottle slips from my fingers. It drops onto the glass and they both shatter, spilling onto the floor.

I gasp. “I’m so sorry. I will clean up and get you another drink.”

He does not respond. His gaze remains scrutinizing as I turn and make my way out of the room, relieved that he has made it easier to get rid of the poisoned drink… because I plan to let it drop anyway before handing it to him.

Suddenly, I stop mid-step.

Ryker says he once fantasizes about me, right?

What if I just seduce him instead?

I could turn Ryker’s plan against him. If he knows I do not succeed in murdering his father tonight, he will not stop trying. So I could just tell him I had to change my plans when the drink spills.

There is my mother-in-law. But then… she has never been exactly good to me. In fact, she treats me worse than her son does, and looking at it now, she has always doted on Delilah.

It has not been confirmed yet, but why do I feel like she might know about Delilah and Ryker’s relationship—and even about the attempt on the king’s life? Rumors say both of them are not on good terms.

But then… I have died once, and I am the last person in the position to care about what others think.

This time, I will let myself love the Alpha. I will let myself be claimed by him—not in his memories anymore—and lastly, I will make sure he survives Ryker’s plans.

“Why the fuck are you still standing there?” he says, irritated.

I toss the tray aside and turn toward him. Then I drop to my knees. The cold tiled floor burns against my skin, but I do not care. I start crawling slowly toward him.

His brows furrow in confusion. “What are you doing?”

I do not answer; I just keep crawling until I am right in front of him.

“Daddy…” I breathe out. Low. Sultry.

His jaw twitches at the name. Veins stand out in his neck like he is barely holding himself back. His chest rises and falls with effort, like a chained predator.

Not Alpha.

Not father.

But Daddy.

Low.

Sultry.

An invitation.

I swallow hard, my fingers fisting into his thighs.

“Daddy… I just realized that you don’t need a drink.”

“Then what do I need?”

My lips curl. “Me.” His belt is already unbuckled, and I grip the zipper. “Me, Daddy. You need Morganna. Your little girl.”