The first moves on the cheesboard.

Camilla unpacked her luggage, which was delivered to her room by some of the pack's omegas. She could still not believe how some of them had the audacity to look at her. The witch despised the whole werewolf kind, and the lowest rank meant less than dirt on her shoes. In her pack, they knew its place and would never dare to speak in her presence nor look at her. This place was savage. The omegas showed no respect to her, and Camilla promised to teach them a lesson as soon as she was in charge. They will pay a high price for disrespecting her.

At least the room was decent, nothing like the one she was used to, but she was ready to bear with that for now. She hoped to get into Alpha's suite soon. 

When all her stuff was out, she reached into the hidden pocket in her suitcase, where she kept a tiny bottle. It was the same potion she had already applied to Sean's wine during his first visit. Camille prepared a dozen of tiny flasks, good enough for one application and easy to hide. All she had to do now was to add it a few more times to his food or drink, and soon he would be completely under her spell. That was the most specific part of her plan. There would be many occasions to do it. She would make sure of that.

What was bothering her was this little Alpha's mate. Of course, she was no match for Camille, but as a destined mate, she would be problematic. If they were chosen mates, she could handle them in no time. But their relationship was blessed by this ridiculous Moon Goddess, all the wolves were worshipping. It was nothing the witch couldn't deal with. It would only be more time-consuming.

In the first scenario of her plan, Camille planned to befriend Luna, gain her trust, and then use it all against her.

But since she met Katherine, it was apparent this option was not going to happen. Alpha's mate was suspicious and distant from the first minute. It looked like she disliked the witch from the very beginning. That confused Camille; she usually had no problems making people fall for her.

The witch was explaining Luna's behavior with jealousy and possessiveness. It was so common among wolves. They could barely tolerate someone else in their mate's presence. 

Well, Katherine will have to get over that, as her days as a Luna were counted. Camille didn't come here to fail.

This Alpha was almost too perfect for her plans, and she would do anything to make him hers.

That is why she had to act fast. She took a shower and blowdried her long, ginger hair. Then she put on light make-up. Not that it was necessary, as Camille was a beauty with her slender figure and full breasts and hips. If that wasn't enough, her eyes were blue like a sky in the middle of a sunny day, and she had full lips that were made to be kissed. All of them made her look innocent and pure. Most of the men were ready to kill for her if that would be what she desired. Of course, she would never let any werewolf touch her, as they were like animals. But when it came to her plan, she was ready for this little sacrifice. She was doing this for her coven.

Camilla looked at her reflection in the mirror. The silky nightgown was a great choice. She looked very seductive, and she was ready to make a move.

She left her room. If anyone saw her, she went to the kitchen and made herself a cup of hot chocolate. There was her alibi. A late-night drink. When she got it ready, there was time for another step. She took a small tour around the packhouse. It was pretty late, so all the halls were empty. But that was not the reason why she was out at that hour.

She was hoping for a meeting with the Alpha. Most leaders liked to spend evenings and nights working as it was the most convenient time for them when they wouldn't be bothered by others.

Camille was counting that Sean was one of those Alphas. The hot chocolate in her hand was for him, as she had already poured a few drops of her potion into it.

The witch was snooping around, trying to locate his office, and finally, she heard a voice behind one of the doors. It belonged to the Alpha, which meant that Camille was in the right place. As she couldn't hear anyone else, he was apparently having a phone conversation.

Camille smiled at herself. It was her lucky day.

She made a bit of noise, banging on the table. It was loud enough to make Alpha stop talking. He quickly ended his conversation and peeked from his office to locate the reason for the noise.

That was what the witch was waiting for.

- Camille? What are you doing here?- Alpha Sean asked in a hoarse voice.

The witch almost fist-bumped the air. Her plan was working, and the nightgown was doing its job.

Sean was looking at her with hungry eyes. Her hard nip*les were very visible under the silk, and he was having a hard time avoiding looking at them. He was failing miserably, and the witch almost busts into laughter, seeing that. But instead, she looked at him, embarrassed.

- I am sorry, Alpha. I was thirsty, so I went to the kitchen, trying to find something to drink. But I forgot where my room was and got lost. Unfortunately, I was also clumsy and knocked this from the table. - She pointed out something on the floor, bending in front of him to pick it up.

Camille smirked as she heard him swallowing hard when he noticed her breasts on full display. All the men were so easy to manipulate. A bit of exposed body, and they barely controlled themselves.

The witch picked up the waze and put it back on the table. When she looked at the Alpha, his eyes were almost black.

It looked like her potion worked better than she expected.

- I am so sorry if I disrupted you.- She said in her sweet voice.

- It is not a problem. - Sean answered and, again, swallowed loudly. - I could use a break. It smells heavenly. - He continued, pointing to her cup.

- Would you like to try it? We can share it. - Camille offered her hot chocolate to the man. He took a cup and sipped some of the drink. The witch was looking at him with a soft smile. He would probably drink poison if she gave it to him.

- Would you like to come and talk for a minute? Then I will show you the way to your room. - Sean asked, looking at her.

- Yeah, that would be nice, as I was wandering for a while and could use a second to rest. - Camille replied and entered Sean's office.

It was an old-fashioned office with a bookshelf all around it and leather sofas in the middle.

The witch sat on one of them, exposing her long legs. Sean, to avoid staring, took another sip of her chocolate.

It was amusing for Camille to look at this man while he tried to regain his composure.

- I didn't thank you for the lovely room you let me stay in. It is very generous of you.

Sean could finally focus on her words, as his sight was still drifting to her breasts.

The Alpha was cursing himself for getting distracted by her. He focused on the cup, taking one sip after another, and Camille's smile widened after seeing that.

Wrapping this man around her finger was like stealing a kid's lollipops.

- I think I should be going now. Of course, if you spare me a minute, show me the way to my room. - Camille said with worry in her voice. - I am sure you would like to return to your work.

- I think I am done for today. - Sean replied, standing up from his seat. - I will gladly take you to your room to ensure you are safely there. - He offered like some actual danger could wait for her outside.

- Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden to you. - Camille tried to sound serious. Albeit, she also stood up from her seat.

- Do not worry; you are a guest in our house, and it is my duty to take care of you. - Sean approached the witch and placed his hand on her back.

His touch disgusted her, but Camille decided to endure it for now.

Both left the office, yet Sean's hand was still on Camille's back. It seemed like he thought she still needed support.

They entered the main hall, where a voice could be heard from the top of the stairs.

- What is going on in here?- Katherine stood there, watching them.

- Ups!- Camille giggled, watching Sean's face going pale.

- Can someone answer my question? - She asked again, and her voice was cold as ice.