Change of Plans

Ella’s P.O.V

“Its been, what, the third day?” I said with a false sense of alarm, raising an eyebrow. "What evidence do you need that the Alpha will kick you out?”

Nancy gritted her teeth. The whites of her eyes turned black. Her fists clenched. “No he won’t.”

With a sardonic smile, I decided to give her the benefit of doubt. "And how do you know that?"

“He needs me,” she replied simply, sinking back into her plush loveseat in her regal room.

A snort flew out of my lips before I could control it. “He has his dick buried in his mate for three days on end. Food breaks only brought to him by his Beta himself. How exactly does he 'need' you?"

It was her turn to throw me a smirk and for a minute, I wondered if she’d found a way to slip in poison in their food. As if she could read my mind, her nose scrunched up in disgust. “I sometimes can’t connect you to that saucy girl who you said escaped from the Warrick. Of course I didn’t poison them. If at all, it would kill only that bitch and he