Alpha Hayley’s Destined Mate
Chapter 487: The Play
Hayley’s POV:
Seeing how disrespectful Jay was to the girls, everyone frowned and exchanged disapproving glances. But since he was a high-ranking beta, the most powerful werewolf among them, no one dared to stand up for me. They could only look at me with sympathetic eyes.
I glanced around at these so-called “classmates” and realized I had become the target of everyone’s scorn. Whether I agreed or not, the success or failure of this play would be pinned on me.
Suddenly, a mocking smile curled at the corner of my lips as I laughed and said, “Alright, I’ll do it.”
“But I should clarify first—I like to improvise. If I decide to add something to the scene on the fly, is everyone okay with that?”
Jay grabbed his helmet and turned to leave. “That’s not your concern. We’re all professionals. As long as we can perform the scene where the prince saves the princess, it will work out just fine.”
Kirsty patted my shoulder in a feigned friendly manner. “That’s right, Jay is in the drama department. You can trust him.”
I lowered my gaze, my sharp eyes locking onto Kirsty’s long fingers still resting on my shoulder. I was holding back my anger, afraid that a moment of rashness would let Hera take over and tear her hand apart.
Kirsty must have felt the tension in me because she quickly withdrew her hand from my shoulder. She held her head high and, with a proud air, clapped her hands before returning to her seat to touch up her makeup. I imagined she was probably waiting for me to embarrass myself on stage.
I snorted quietly, swearing to myself that I’d make sure her expectations were shattered.
A kind classmate came over with the costume. “Hayley, here’s the witch’s outfit. You should change. We’ll be up in just a few minutes.”
“Thanks,” I nodded and went to change.
Ten minutes later, the stage lights dimmed and then brightened again. The props team had already set up the background, and the stage now resembled a fairytale palace.
“The show is officially starting!”
Music began to play, and the curtain slowly rose.
The play was progressing as expected; the witch was chanting a spell around the princess. The plot progressed as expected, with the knight entering to wake the princess.
We fought and managed to injure the witch, finally reaching the climax where the knight would give the sword to the princess, allowing her to destroy all evil in the world. If all went as planned, this sword would be staged in such a way that the audience would see the witch stabbed through the heart before falling to the ground.
However, the moment Kirsty swung the sword, I caught a sharp movement from the corner of my eye, thanks to Hera’s warning. I instantly realized that the sword was aimed directly at my left eye. Kirsty had a cold smirk on her face as she relentlessly lunged toward my eye with the sword.
I couldn’t believe this insane b**** was trying to hurt me like this. In the split second that followed, I swiftly sprang to my feet, moving like a skilled general, and knocked the sword from Kirsty’s hand with a powerful swipe.
“What are you doing?” Jay and Kirsty were startled by my sudden action.