Favo Novel
Chapter 469
Chapter 0469
"Your father is smart," I mused, leaning my head back against the plush couch cushions. "He kept all of his accomplices in the dark."
"And promised them all the things they wanted most," Noah replied.
I nodded, shutting my eyes for a moment.
Doctor Patel had been greedy for money and gifts, and was bound to Marcus through years of trust.
Alvin wanted to become Silvermoon's Alpha, and wanted to ensure that there was no way I could take
that from him.
Zoe wanted power of her own. She seemed to be under the impression that she could weasel her way into ruling an entire pack from behind her son.
And all three of them had gotten too caught up in the scheme to pull out by the time Marcus started threatening them with death or torment. He'd terrified them all so much that they didn't even dare to tell the truth about him in court, because they knew that he'd find a way to harm them even in prison.
Money. Things. Power. Fear.
Marcus had played them all like fiddles. He had played us like fiddles, too, right under our noses for years And all this time, we hadn't even once thought to look to him as the source of our pain, because he'd been smart enough to keep himself quiet and out of the way. No wonder he was always out of the country, going on business' trips and avoiding every holiday and important moment in our lives. No wonder he never called, never wrote, never visited.
He wanted us to forget about him, and we had done just that.
And now here we were, locked up in our own home, unsure of our next move while there was a shark circling us in the water.
"We can't just arrest him," I said softly. "He's too smart. He'll find a way out of it-find some way to remove himself from blame."
Noah nodded and moved to the couch, plopping down beside me. He placed his hand on my thigh, a comforting feeling despite everything. "He was an Alpha for many years; a lot of the Alphas on the Council will sympathize with him if it goes to trial," he said. "We'll need more solid proof, then. Confessions from a few people who have already proven to be untrustworthy won't be nearly enough. We need a confession from him." I turned toward Noah and bit my lip. "But I'll be the first to admit that I have no fucking clue as to how we're going to get that."
My mate was silent for some time, his green eyes sweeping back and forth across the rug as if he could find some sort of answer in the pattern.
"He's supposed to leave the country again in a week," Noah said quietly after several long moments." Who knows where he'll go or how long he'll be gone."
"Which means we need the confession before then." My eyes flicked to our daughter, who was happily cooing to herself while she hugged a stuffed unicorn to her chest.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Suddenly, an idea struck me.
Unicorn.
I shot to my feet, surprising Noah. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting upright.
I pointed at the stuffed animal, my hand trembling. I was so excited that I couldn't even form words just yet-I could only turn to Noah, my mouth working uselessly.
But I didn't need to say it out loud, because he picked up my implication loud and clear. He slowly rose to his feet, his green eyes widening.
"You're sure that would work?" he asked, turning to look at me.
"I... I haven't the faintest fucking idea," I breathed. "But we don't have much time to figure anything else out, do we?"