Chapter 310 Please stop, Ada CASSANDRA Adalyn’s golden eyes narrowed and then locked on mine.


    “Why would that wicked womane with us?” she demanded as she continued to shoot daggers in


    my direction.


    “Those are my terms,” Asher insisted.


    “You want an audience with me? Those are my requirements.” It was a bold assertation on his behalf.


    As long as Adalyn had Prince Marco in her grasp, she had the upper hand, but she was far too weak to


    realize her power. Asher was still the Alpha King, after all, so I supposed that subconsciously, she felt


    compelled to


    obey. ) Silence hung heavily in the air and then CARIES finally she sighed.


    “Fine,” she huffed and then she shed me a sneer. “Let here.


    Perhaps we’ll have some fun with your little ything once we’re there.” “You won’t harm her,” Asher


    growled.


    “We’ll see,” Adalyn said with a shrug.


    “Come. It’s time we left this musty room.” Her big eyes scanned the room and then she addressed the


    councilors.


    “The rest of you shalle as well.


    Might as well make an event of it.” kkk The distance between the royal pce


    and the House of Moses wasn’t very far, but we would have to cross a street to get there. If Adalyn


    nned to continue threatening Marco''s life, she would surely be seen.


    But she seemed to know that and turned to face Asher with an icy smile as we stepped outside.


    “If anyone raises suspicion or attention from passersby, I will snap Marco’s neck,” she threatened as


    she dropped her hands from his throat. She smiled viciously as she picked her little son up and held


    him close against her.


    When Asher nodded, I noticed a sheen of sweat covered his forehead, and hisplexion was pale.


    He quivered a little and he swallowed heavily. It wasn’t often that I saw him scared but


    it was clear he cared deeply for his child. : We began to walkand as I stared at the back of Adalyn’s


    head, I had to push down the rising feelings of rage within me. I wanted to wring her neck myself but


    wouldn’t dare intervene for fear of her hurting Marco.


    I was beyond angry. I didn’t think she had ever treated Marco like a real son, and if she had once,


    things had surely changed. As a mother, I couldn’t believe her actions. The thought of anyone


    threatening to harm Finnick made my stomach turn and my heart race. How could a parent treat their


    child this way? Poor Marco would likely carry the trauma of this day for the rest of his life, and he didn’t


    deserve that kind of suffering.


    Our walk to the House of Moses was silent and once we reached the doors, Adalyn stopped and turned


    to look at me.


    “T want to speak with Cassandra in private,” she suddenly dered and a lump formed in my throat as


    I nced at Asher in surprise. “The rest of you can wait outside.” My mate frowned and shook his


    head.


    “No, absolutely not. There’s no way I | can allow you to speak with her alone.” Adalyn snorted. “I wasn’t


    asking your permission.” She raised her hand and sharpened her nails into ws before bringing them


    to Marco’s neck. The little prince stiffened, horror overtaking him. He looked terrified and pitiful as tears


    flowed down his face.


    Just as before, there was no choice. I couldn’t allow harm toe to the poor boy.


    So, I reached out and grabbed Asher’s hand.


    “I''ll do it,” I announced. “Don’t worry about me. Adalyn won’t be able to do anything to me.” Adalyn


    rolled her eyes and snorted again. She didn’t wait to hear Asher’s reply and instead, walked into the


    building with Marco in her arms. I hadn’t expected her to be intimidated by me, but her lofty arrogance


    was a bit annoying. I didn’t want to give in to her demands but I couldn’t sit by and allow her to hurt


    Marco. Besides, if it came down to it, I knew I could handle myself. I wasn’t as skilled of a sorcerer


    as Raven or Roxy, but I''d learned a thing or two. I wasn’t mousy little Cassandra Keller anymore. My


    wolf — was back, as was my spirit.


    Asher studied me for a moment and then squeezed my hand and stared deeply into my eyes.


    “Be careful,” he urged quietly. “I’ll be right out here.” I nodded my head and then Asher stepped back


    and walked toward the crowd of councilors. All were solemn and silent, and as I prepared to step into


    the House of Moses, a cluster of Adalyn’s family soldiers appeared.


    Though they didn’t immediately attack the councilors, I knew that if something were to go awry, they


    would likely swoop in to cause harm.


    A bunch of bullies.


    I took a deep breath. Should ite to that, Asher was more than capable of handling himself. I


    needed to stay focused on Adalyn.


    So, I followed her into the House of Moses.


    As we walked down the corridor, Adalyn was greeted by a few servants, and she smiled at them as if


    nothing was wrong. The servants had no idea that Adalyn’s hand could snap Marco’s neck at any


    moment, nor did they know what stunt she had tried to pull in front of the councilors. Hell, they likely


    didn’t know what had really happened to Oliver to keep him from the meeting.


    I swallowed the lump in my throat and followed Adalyn into a room. It was simply decorated, with


    nothing more


    than a pair of sofas, some end tables, and argemp to illuminate the space. Se “Take a seat,”


    Adalyn said calmly as she inclined her head forward. “Do you want anything to drink?” My eyebrows


    shot up in bewilderment and I shook my head.


    “No,” I said firmly. “What do you want, Adalyn? There’s no point in dragging your heels. What did you


    want to talk to me about so badly?” Adalyn uttered a shortugh and then smirked at me. “Do you


    understand why I wanted to speak to you in private?” I blinked at her in confusion. Hadn’t I just asked


    her about her intentions?


    When she didn’t answer, she sighed.


    “I wanted to watch you die,” she said calmly, and a chill ran through me.


    I stared back at her and fought the urge to part my lips in surprise. I suddenly felt numb. Adalyn had


    changed so much over the years. She had always been spoiled and jealous but she had never been


    evil. I thought I could understand her because jealousy was an instinct. Children experienced it


    naturally when they wanted something they couldn’t have. But now... Adalyn’s jealousy had shifted into


    something else.


    “You aren’t going to hurt me,” I managed to say through my nervousness and Adalynughed again.


    “You don’t know what I''m capable of,” she scoffed. “Do you know what I hate the most about you,


    Cassandra? You''re always so arrogant. I hate the way you look at me. That smug, pretentious look on


    your face reminds me so much of my father.” Her expression darkened and her lower lip trembled. I


    watched her demeanor change right before my eyes and anxiety swelled within me as it became clear


    how dangerous she had be.


    “How dare you look at me like that?” she continued. “Who do you think you are? You''re just a nobody, a


    commoner from a Pack no one cares about. You think you''re so interesting and beautiful? You think


    you''re better than me?”


    Her voice grew more frantic and suddenly she started fumbling in her pocket. Her entire body shook


    and she seemed lost in a state of hysteria as she searched around. My heart pounded in my chest in


    anticipation and then nearly stopped when she retrieved a knife.


    Asher’s words in the meeting room suddenly reappeared in my mind.


    “You killed your father,” I realized.


    Adalynughed again and she gave me a cold smile. “Yes, I did. I killed the undefeatable Lord Oliver.


    It’s so funny how everyone thought he was so unstoppable when in all reality, he was just as weak as


    the others. He didn’t have the strength to fight against me.


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    All T did was stab him once and then twist the knife. That’s it. That’s all it


    | took.” i Though sheughed, her golden ee EE ees clouded with tears that spilled onto her cheeks.


    I should have been horrified, but instead I felt bad for her. We had once been such great friends and


    here she was, standing before me a broken womarn.


    Every instinct fought against it, but I took a step forward.


    “Ada,” I pleaded. “Ada, please drop the knife. It’s going to be okay.” My words felt as if they had fallen


    out of me. Ada had been the nickname I’d called her back when I was Cora, back when there were no


    jealousies orpetitions between us.


    Back when we were best friends.


    Adalyn’s face froze upon hearing it and she stared at me with a shocked expression. Vas