The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 200 Avery's POV At breakfast a messenger arrived with a package for me. Iretreated into my room and tore open the paper. A small glass vial fell into my hand and a note. With trembling fingers, I opened it and read, "To your future happiness. -R This was it then. Events were in motion. Theld the vial up to the light streaming through my bedroom window. Such a small amount of liquid to hold so much promise. The potion sparkled, crystal clear. Thad expected it to be dark, sinister. Instead, it looked deceptively innocuous.

With this teaspoonful of deception, I would forge a new future for myself... ..and for Gideon. 1 dressed for the Council Meeting carefully, slipping the vial into the pocket sewn into the seam of my dress I had bought for the occasion on my trip with Camila where I had 'run into' Reynaud. An encounter that I was now increasingly certain had been intentional and calculated. ---- The hours ticked by as I waited for the opportune moment. I needed to give him the potion right before the council meeting, for maximum effect.

I assumed there would be some sort of refreshment available, but what if there wasn't? Finally the time came. entered into the grand Council Chambers on Gideon's arm, barely registering the throngs of beautiful men and women dressed in stunning finery that mixed and mingled throughout the space. I scanned the room furtively as we joined a couple Gideon seemed familiar with and began to make small talk. The Council Chambers were fairly similar to the large, formal ballroom I had been in previously. This was a columned, vast space of elegant proportions.

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of the room, a raised, semi-circular bench dominated. That was where the High

type of business that could be ---- raised was that only Alphas and Lunas were permitted to speak in these chambers. All other wolves were typically denied entry, or if an exception was made,

our plan. "Alpha Gideon, Luna...?" a pleasant looking man had joined our social circle as we waited for the proceedings to begin. His expression was bland as he looked me over, clearly awaiting an introduction. "Avery," I dipped my head in greeting. The man raised his glass in salute. "Apologies, I don't believe we've met," he said politely, "I don't often make it to these