The annual ball, combined with Marisol’s birthday celebration, presented the perfect opportunity to set their plan into motion. It was the best and possibly the only way he could infiltrate the Dark Moon Pack and get close enough to Marisol without rousing suspicion, which could thwart their whole scheme.
Before departing for Dark Moon, Leticia had provided Caleb with a perfume laced with an attraction spell. He knew this was his only shot; he had to make Marisol believe he was her destined mate.
His path fortuitously crossed with Marisol during the ball, and as the enchantment in the perfume took effect, Marisol had no way of knowing otherwise and would find herself inexplicably drawn to him. Such a level of attraction could only be equated to finding one’s mate, and he played the part, solidifying her belief for his own gain.
For Caleb, it was a weighty burden to string Marisol along this way, knowing his true intentions lay elsewhere, knowing the responsibility of saving his brother and the pack rode solely on this. Cedric’s cure was paramount, and Marisol’s role in it was supposedly crucial. To make the deception convincing, Caleb knew he had to do this, no matter how inhumane and drastic a step it was.
Caleb, knowing well of Liam Hallows’ shrewdness from months of keeping a close watch in the shadows, needed a compelling reason to bring Marisol back to Redwood. So, he wasted no time doing what he knew was bound to make her unable to reject coming back with him. He sprung a proposal on her, pulling the words right out of his ass as he feigned a sense of commitment and undying love.
Bringing Marisol back to Redwood was the pivotal move in his intricate plan. Yet, the guilt that gnawed at Caleb’s conscience grew with each passing moment. Witnessing Marisol’s heartbreak in real-time when he revealed his allegiance to another woman tore at his soul; it was a sacrifice he had to make for the sake of his pack.
The present
Caleb finds himself standing before Leticia’s door. His feet had carried him here, seeking guidance or perhaps just a moment of respite from the chaos that had engulfed Redwood. Normally, Sophia would accompany him, but her hands were full trying to pacify Marisol, whose wrath seemed uncontainable.