261 The Banquet of Bailey Wynn


    Third Person POV


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    +8 Pearls


    Seeing that Aubrey was unmoved, Mariana finally gave up on her n to reconcile. Her voice turned sharp.


    “You don’t know yet, do you? Bailey isn’t called Bailey Mary anymore. He’s found his real father!”


    “Oh?” Aubrey arched a brow lightly. “And who would that be?”


    She knew Aurelia and Jax had dissolved their mate bond, but after that, she had no idea where Aurelia and Bailey had gone. With her time consumed entirely by breaking the virus, she had spared no thought for such matters. Only now, with the second stage nearlyplete, could she spare a moment to care.


    At her question, Mariana didn’t answer directly. Instead, she dangled bait.


    “She told me to tell you this: three days from now, she’ll hold a banquet at the pack’srgest hotel. You’re expected to attend.”


    And as if afraid Aubrey wouldn’t take it seriously, she added, “She also said that if you show, something might… happen to Jax.”


    don’t


    Aubrey’s face betrayed nothing. Instead she asked suddenly, “And what about you? How’s life as an omega treating you?”


    Mariana’s expression darkened instantly.


    Aubrey couldn’t resist a mocking smile. “So, not very well. Maybe you curse me every day just to get through it. So tell me, what’s driven you to y pretend and beg for friendship now?”


    “Aubrey!”


    Mariana’s teeth ground together, her pretty face twisting with malice. “Has anyone ever told you you’re insufferable?”


    “Perhaps.”


    Aubrey’s indifference only stoked her fury. Mariana snapped, “That look! You think you’re so great? You’re nothing without Henry’s favor. If not for him, you’d already be dead!”


    “Men always change. Especially Henry. He’s a top alpha–there’s nothing he can’t have. Do you really think he’ll stay loyal to you forever?”


    10:25 <b>Mon</b><b>, </b><b>Sep </b>15


    Chapter 261 The Banquet of Bailey Wynn


    Aubrey said nothing.


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    +8 Pearls


    Mariana’s tone softened into a mock pity. “Poor Aubrey. Trapped in Alpha Henry’s fire. Once, he treated me just the same–whatever I wanted, no matter how hard, he made it happen. Handsome, powerful, burning with passion. What woman could resist? But wolves like him, when they grow cold, they’re the coldest of all.”


    Her lips curled into a cruel smile. “Wait and see. I am your tomorrow.”


    When Mariana left, Aubrey immediately had someone dig into Bailey’s affairs. The reports stunned her: Bailey’s newfound patron was none other than the alpha of the southern continent’srgest pack. With only one child, he had publicly dered Bailey his heir and even promised to elevate her wolf spirit level so she could inherit Fog Pack’s alpha seat.


    Aubrey set down the papers, her eyes narrowing. Bailey—no, Bailey Wynn now—had indeednded on her feet.


    Three dayster, Aubrey called Perry aside, instructing him to shadow her from a distance with a team before she left for the banquet. Before departing, she injected herself with the newest high–strength suppressant. It would hold the virus at bay and allow her to call on her alpha strength if danger arose.


    When she arrived, the banquet was already underway.


    One nce inside, and she realized the hall was filled almost entirely with young wolves.


    At the center of them stood Bailey.


    The moment she spotted Aubrey, Bailey strode forward with a bright smile.


    “I almost thought you wouldn’te!”


    Aubrey narrowed her eyes. For a moment, she barely recognized the woman in front of her- short, sultry hair, heavy makeup, deep cleavage, and a dress so short it barely covered her thighs.


    Did Aurelia not care? With Bailey looking like this, anyone would believe she belonged in a brothel.


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