Marcellus' POV
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When he got back to his residence after leaving that spell on one of the Alpha King's guards, Marcellus snapped his fingers, causing music to begin playing around the living room from the speakers.
It was pop music that caused him to dance and move to the beat, a cheery grin on his face.
Odessa was out of the pack and her darling Alpha king had chased after her. He was slowly spreading chaos and mistrust through the pack and coming closer to completing his mission for the true Lord of the North.
Everything was turning out good and he felt the need to loosen up and just have fun— especially since he got knocked out by Odessa earlier tonight.
"Well, someone looks extra excited tonight." Cullen's voice echoed around the living room, causing Marcellus to turn his gaze to him.
His assistant had his arms folded in front of his chest and walked toward him with curiosity in his eyes. "Well, don't keep me hanging. What did you do this time?"
