Deadly Deception

Morgana' Pov

“I swear, once you get my father to drink this, I will change. The reason why I have been hard on you is because Father has been annoying me a lot lately. Once you get rid of him, I will become happier and be a different person for you. I will truly love you this time, Mor. We will start all over again.”

Ryker Hamilton—my husband’s voice—echoes in my ears for the millionth time tonight like a bad music playing on a loop.

I swallow past the thick lump in my dry throat and try to stop the trembling of my hands… but I can’t, no matter how hard I try. I squeeze my eyes closed and take a deep breath. In and out.

“Calm down, Morgana,” I whisper. “You are just going to serve him the whiskey like you always do. Nothing different, okay?” I try to assure myself that this is a simple task.

I open my eyes and stare down at the poisoned whiskey and glass on the tray again.

Having succeeded in calming down a little, I push my heavy legs forward and make my way to the VIP lounge upstairs before fear gets the best of me and I really change my mind.

Inside, the room is thick with the smell of cigars and arousal. On the couch, my father-in-law, Dante Hamilton, sits with his pants down between his thighs, and one of the club strippers kneels between his legs, choking on his shaft with reckless abandon.

Heat rushes down my thighs as I watch the scene—his fingers fisted into her hair, pulling her back and forth, his own head thrown back, the sounds of guttural growls tearing out of his throat, threatening to rip my eardrums apart.

Of course, this isn’t the first time I stumble in on him making out with the strippers at the clubhouse. Even though he is still married to my mother-in-law, he doesn’t stop his affairs, shoving them right on her face and it is one of the reasons why I agreed to help get rid of him tonight.

I feel my cunt clench desperately around nothing... heat pools beneath me.

Damn… it is annoying that I am still a virgin, but not for long. Because tonight, my love promises that once I succeed in my task, he is going to make love to me for the very first time since we got married three years ago.

So… I am determined to succeed at all costs.

I clear my throat to announce my arrival.

The King stares at me, his lips curling into a devilish smirk before he looks down at the stripper, spanks her ass, and barks out a command.

“Now, leave!”

The lady jumps out of her wits, quickly stands, and rushes out of the room.

He grunts, tucking his cock back in, which I don’t get to see—but fuck, I desperately want to see it because the ladies at the club won’t stop talking about how huge he is and how well he fucks them.

“Are you just going to stand there, daughter-in-law?” he sneers, his voice dripping with mockery.

I force a smile and walk slowly toward him because I might stumble from the tremors in my legs if I walk any faster.

Reaching him, I place the tray on the table before him. “I brought your whiskey, Father.” I am surprised my voice comes out normally.

Since I started working here three years ago, he has forbidden anyone else from bringing his whiskey except me; I am his personal whiskey girl.

No words from him. He just takes his cigarette from the ashtray and gives it a long drag, the smoke curling into the air.

I uncork the whiskey and start pouring it into the glass. Suddenly, his hand wraps around my wrist, making my chest slam hard against my ribs.

Did he find out that the whiskey is poisoned?

But h—ow?

I turn toward him. “W—what is it, Father?”

A moment passes before he smirks. That smirk though. Dark. Knowing. It often makes my heart race with something I can't really pinpoint.

His attractive stormy gray eyes rake over me like he can see past my darkest secret, like he knows his son has just sent me to kill him.

Then he releases my hand and relaxes back on the couch. “Nothing. Just playing around.”

Internally, I heave in relief and manages a smile at him. I hand him the glass. “Here.”

The King takes it from me, raises it in a toast, and throws down the drink, his throat working in a way that makes my stomach knot.

He drinks it.

He is going to die.

Fuck…

My grip tightens around the tray as I turn and walk out of the room. I can’t bear to witness the scene of him taking his last breath.

Once I click the door shut behind me, I let out a long, exasperated sigh. My knees buckle and I lean hard against the door to steady myself. A truckload of regret and guilt crashes down on me.

Fuck… I shouldn’t have done this.

The King might be ruthless, but he is the only one who has ever shown me kindness in my entire life.

But it is already done, so I reach for my phone in my leather pants and dial Ryker’s contact. He picks up on the second ring.

“It’s done.”

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I wait there for close to twenty minutes before Ryker shows up with Delilah—my best friend—by his side, a wide grin spreading across their faces.

My brows furrow. Why is he here with her? Does she know about the plan? And besides, the both of them never see eye to eye, so why do they seem like friends all of a sudden?

I smile and meet him halfway. “I did it, my love.” My pride is evident. “Your father took the drink and he should be dead—”

Ryker cuts me off by pushing me out of his path and making his way straight inside the room. Even my best friend does not spare me a glance when I try to ask her what is going on between her and Ryker.

Yeah… I am not surprised at all. He has always treated me like this or even worse, but I expect him to be at least gentle tonight. I have helped him fulfill his dreams, so he is supposed to keep the promises he made earlier. Maybe—just maybe—he wants to be sure I succeeded before he changes.

I follow behind them and step inside the room to see Ryker checking on his father.

I peer forward to see the Great Alpha King slumped on the couch, blood dripping down his mouth onto his leather jacket.

Oh… Goddess, I shouldn’t have done this.

A moment passes before Ryker nods in satisfaction, but then he looks at Delilah. Not me, who has risked it all for him tonight.

Then Delilah lets out a loud triumphant laugh that echoes through the room. “We did it, babe!” she screams loudly, jumping up.