Deckard Alpha 116

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Mary

Of course, Amica! The reason for everything wrong in my life. That idiot!

I wish I could kill her!

Because of her, I have lost the only important thing in my life. I cannot sit back and let this bitch ruin everything I have worked for. I have to do something! She has to die, but how do I make that happen without arousing suspicion? Deckard can never know that I have anything to do with it. After all, I killed their heir, and they all blamed it on the kidnappers.

If she dies this time, we will find something else to blame it on.

Now, Deckard is throwing me out of the castle. Me. Is this what I get after everything I have done for him? I loved him! Worshipped him! And this is my reward? Why would he treat me like this? I don’t deserve this!

But it is not over. Not yet. I just need time. I will buy time, I will remain in the castle, I will find a way to stay in the same wing as Amica. She thinks she has won?

Fuck her.

I feel like I have lost Deckard. The way he spoke to me, cold and dismissive, without a shred of care for my feelings–it’s as if that soft spot he once had for me has completely disappeared. It stings, but it doesn’t matter. This isn’t over yet. I refuse to let some pathetic little outsider take what is mine.

Deckard will be going to battle with the rogues tomorrow, which means I have an entire day to do whatever I want, undisturbed. And I know exactly what I need to do.

Dane.

Maybe he can help me finally get rid of Amica for good. He has connections, and most importantly, he’s in contact with Scarface. I don’t know why that rogue bastard is so interested in Amica–maybe he has a sick obsession with her, or maybe he just wants to hurt Deckard in the worst way possible. Either way, it works in my favor.

If she dies, it won’t come back to me. And that is all that matters.

my mind already started working through every possibility as I make my way to Dane’s place.

When I arrive at Dane’s house, I immediately sense something is off. He’s restless, pacing the room like a caged animal.

“What’s wrong? You seem tense,” I say, watching him closely.

He stops, turning his gaze on me.

“You don’t understand, Mary!” Dane’s voice is tight with frustration as he paces back and forth, “Deckard is playing games with me, and this is all wrong. I shouldn’t be in that battle. I did my part, but he still hates me. He wants me dead.”

His madness is suffocating, but I don’t have time for his self–pity. Rolling my eyes, I snap, “Hey, chill! What the hell is wrong with you? So what if you’re going to battle? You’re an Alpha, aren’t you?”

Dane stops pacing, his jaw tight with anger. “This isn’t my fight, Mary! I have no reason to be caught in the middle of their war. It has nothing to do

with me!”

I step closer, lowering my voice so that my words slither into his ears like venom.

“You had better get yourself together, Dane, because you have a mission to help me accomplish, and I don’t care about your whining.” I lean in, my nails digging into his arm just enough to make him feel it. “You need to help me get rid of Amica once and for all.”

Dane’s expression wavers, but I don’t give him a chance to protest

“Tell Scarface that you can deliver Amica to him without trouble. Tell him that.” I command “And while you’re at it, get him to give you a few soldiers to bring to the castle. The strongest warriors will be at the battle, so the rogues should have no problem dealing with the weak ones left behind.”

I stopped after i notices that he zoned out.

“Hey!” I snap my fingers in front of his face. “Are you even listening to me?”

Dane blinks, shaking himself from his daze. “Yes,” he mutters.

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“Look, I only came up with this plan less than an hour ago after seeing how bad things are, but trust me–it’s going to work. I’m sure of it.”

“Okay, okay…” he says, still looking unsure.

I take a step closer, lowering my voice. “Listen, I’ve thought it through. You need to strike a deal with Scarface to get Amica before Deckard kills him -because we both know he will. And the best part? Scarface doesn’t even have to know it’s you. Send one of your men. No one needs to trace this back to you.”

Dane stays silent, but I see the gears turning in his head.

“You could even do it for a ransom,” I add, playing to his greed. “I know you like ransoms, Dane.”

His eyes flicker with something–hesitation, maybe–but I don’t let up.

“I don’t care how you do it,” I continue, my voice sharp. “I just need it done before Deckard gets to him. And once those men take Amica, I don’t care what happens to her. She just doesn’t come back here. Got it?”

“But I don’t have any connection to the Scarface man. I just happened to come across the information,” Dane says.

I roll my eyes. “Really? Come on, Dane. You know exactly who you’re talking to. I don’t know what kind of arrangement you have with him, but I know you’re not innocent. So figure it out.”

“Look, Mary, I have no idea what you’re talking about. But even if I help you, what do I get in return?” He tilts his head, faking cluelessness.

I let out a dry laugh. “Your head, scumbag. Don’t you get it?” I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “You can ditch the battle. In fact, you don’t even have to get your hands dirty. We both know you’re no warrior. Just look at you–shaking at the thought of facing Deckard’s enemies tomorrow.”

Dane swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You have to do this, Dane. You don’t have a choice.”

He nods slowly, resigned.

“Good.” I smile, placing a hand on his cheek. “Now come, let me bless you with a bit of my good luck–just like I do for Deckard.”

It’s been forever since Deckard touched me, and for some reason, it only makes me crave Dane more. He’s been filling that space–eager, desperate, like a starving man chasing scraps.

The moment he sees me, he runs over like an excited little boy, pulling me into a kiss.

Watching him like this unsettles me. He’s too anxious, too fragile. Will he even make it back with Deckard? Probably not. But if he follows my plan, he won’t have to fight at all.

And yet.. why do I worry about him more than Deckard?

Maybe because I know Deckard. He’s the Alpha of Alphas. He always returns. He is power itself. But Dane? He doesn’t have that strength. I doubt he could even win a proper duel.

What he does have is cunning–enough to slither through situations where brute force would fail. It’s brought him this far. Hopefully, it’ll take him

further.

Besides… I do enjoy his company.

He kissed me like a man starved of love, his lips desperate. Something about this moment felt different too emotional, too intimate–like he was more than just an escape,

I wrapped my arms around him, letting myself sink into his warmth as he trailed soft kisses down my neck. My body responded, shivering under his touch as his hands explored, slow tracing over my curves like he was committing them to memory.

Never had I imagined a moment like this with Dane. What is this feeling?

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my gown, lifting it slowly. His fingers found a way between my thighs, parting my G–string, I let out a soft moan, already slick with need as he circled my clit, teasing, playing.

my head tilting back as I surrendered to the sensation.

And then, everything shifted.

In a flash, he spun me around, pinning me to the wall with a force that sent a thrill rushing through me. His lips pressed hot against my neck, his breath heavy with urgency. I felt his hands fumble at his belt, his need pressing against me, undeniable,

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Yes this is the Dane i know!

As soon as he got it out, he spread me apart and inserted himself into my already wet pussy. His hands squeezed my breasts and moved up to my neck, choking me as he fucked me like a little slut, and surprisingly, I liked it.

“Oh, Dane. Yes, fuck me like a little whore!” I moaned.

“Yes, give me some of that good luck you share with Deckard… smear my cock with your juicy blessing…” he moaned in my ear, that and shit set me on fire.

I could feel myself dripping down my thighs.

“Oh yeah, Mary, I can feel that… let me taste it!”

He turned me around to face him.

“Spread those that pussy apart…” he commanded.

And I obeyed like a little slave.

He kneeled before me like he was praying for my blessing and buried his head between my plums, while I placed my hand on his head, holding onto his short hair as he gave me pleasure.

He took in all my juice like-

“Oh, Dane! Yes…” I cried, unable to contain the pleasure.

Dane lifted his head from where it had been buried, his breath hot against my skin. Without a word, he hoisted me off the ground and onto the bed, pinning me beneath him as he thrust deep inside me, grunting like a wounded animal.

“Tell me the things you would tell Deckard on a night like this… oh, speak to me, Mary,” he exhaled, his voice raw with need.

“Oh yes, baby, you are so strong and powerful, Dane… you would-”

He cut me off with a kiss, swallowing my words.

“Call me Deckard,” he whispered against my lips.

For a split second, I hesitated. It was strange–but if I were being honest, I wished it was Deckard right now. And I loved where this was going.

“You are so strong and powerful… Deckard,” I moaned, running my hands down his back. “I love you, baby… You would take the heads of all your enemies and make them a spectacle… Oh, Deckard-”

Dane groaned louder, his grip on me tightening as my body clenched around him.

“Oh yes Deckard!” I squailed feeling my climax coming and soon I erupt In a pool of juice while I feel Dane losing control, his cum spilling into me as I gasped beneath him, lost in the moment.

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Mary and I made a complete mess of ourselves, and to be honest, I feel more confident than ever, especially with the motivation she gives me during our climax. It’s like something inside me has snapped into place, I am powerful. I am strong. And I will make my enemies regret ever crossing me.

I will seek the heads of all my enemies and make a spectacle of it for the whole world. I believe I can do this.

The one thing that scares me the most is the scarface man. This guy is dangerous, and I know he has a lot of powerful rugs. But that isn’t my biggest concern. What really unsettles me is the feeling that once he gets what he wants, he will turn on me. Maybe he’ll try to eliminate me. Maybe he’ll expose me. Either way, I don’t trust him. I know I’m playing a dangerous game, but there’s too much at stake to back down now.

I don’t understand. Something about this feels wrong. This shit can go one of two ways, but I only want it to go one way- my way. And that means getting my $1 million. I just hope I don’t get exposed.

1 fall into a deep slumber after Mary and I pleasure each other, only to wake up a few hours later. I have been given a specific time to report to the training grounds of the Bloodbane pack. But as I lie there, still groggy from sleep, my mind keeps circling back to what Mary asked me to do.

She’s a sharp woman, always calculating, always knowing the right move to make. There’s no doubt she has a point.

But Amica–she’s the real problem. And even if I manage to get her out of the way, I doubt she’ll ever truly be gone.

Mary is right–Amca is sitting high on her throne, basking in a life she never even dared to dream of, while men go to war for her.

Who the hell does she think she is? She doesn’t deserve this power, this privilege. And I know, somewhere out there, she’s

me, because our husband has made it mandatory for me to join them in battle.

probably laughing at m

I know that Amica doesn’t pray for my return, but I will surprise her, and for this reason, I am considering taking Mary’s advice.

But how do I even get this Scarface man to know this?

We do not have any special means of communication. I only literally bump into him–or is it the other way around?

There is no way I can get to him. If I decide to leave

find him. He might already be in Blackwater City, ww to share the information with him, there is no guarantee that I will

Then I realize that I will need help. But do I really

knows? That bastard moves quiet and quick.

to involve any member of my pack? Should I involve Cameron? If I do, that means I would have to share the same one million dollars with him. He would feel very entitled!

No, I should be able to do this alone. I don’t think I need anyone’s help. Like Mary said, I am strong and powerful… I can handle this.

I have to find a way around it. I don’t know how–maybe I will come up with something the moment I see the formation of

the battle.

I get up from beside me, go take a shower, and drive out to meet with the Bloodbane pack training ground.

A long trail of convoys fills the whole ground, but I have not seen Deckard yet. Why the hell isn’t he here?

Oh, I wonder–maybe he is having his last shag with Amaka, or maybe he’s taking his sweet time like a little princess to the

enemy.

I just hope that he has said his goodbyes to everyone that needs him to because if he hasn’t, he will wish that he did.

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After waiting for almost two hours, watching the Gamma Warriors train and dozing off, finally, a man approaches me, asking why I am not training with the Gamma Warriors. I want to ask him who the fuck he thinks he is to speak to me in such a manner. I want to let him know that it is just a matter of hours before I finally become his master.

But his face does look familiar. I wonder where I have seen him before.

“I have done a lot of my training in my house territory.”

“Well, I hope you’re right because you will need it,” he says, then finally approaches the rest of the warriors. He sniffs.

I can tell that he holds a position in the pack because he seems to have a high head above his shoulders. He is a good- looking man, black hair and very masculine.

He seems to have a Bloodbane pack member in him, and then I remember that his familiar face is from the Apex circle. This is Deckard’s Beta.

Of course, he’s proud. He has been with Deckard for so long that now he assimilates his character. Lucky bastard.

“Let’s go,” he finally commands, and everyone starts to move in formation into their different assigned rides.

“You, come with me!” The Beta points at me. He commands and leads me to one of the coaster buses, and we both get in.

In the bus, it is just me, the Beta, and the driver.

Where the hell is Deckard? I wonder, my mind racing with possibilities.

As the trip begins, my anxiety grows. What game is he playing this time?

Why wouldn’t he come along with his men? Is he trying to set me up? Does he know what the plan is?

I find myself sweating, my thoughts spiraling, thinking of all the possible reasons why he wouldn’t join us. Every scenario feels worse than the last.

The uncertainty gnaws at me until I can’t hold it in anymore. I am forced to voice my thoughts.

“I haven’t seen the half. Is he going to be joining us?” I ask, my voice steady despite my unease.

Silence.

No one gives me a response. It’s as if I don’t even exist.

I grit my teeth, my jaw tightening in frustration. I hate this guy. He is just a Beta, so why the hell is he acting like he’s greater than me?

Yes, I understand that the Bloodbane pack is powerful–one of the most feared in existence. Their Alpha is the master of all other Alphas. Even an ordinary Omega in their ranks holds more authority than warriors in lesser packs.

But that doesn’t give this Beta the right to treat me like I am beneath him. Does he even realize that I am now a member of the Apex circle? That I am no longer just some outsider?

The nerve of this bastard.

Such a cunt!

I decide to hold my peace while this storm rages within me. My mind is pacing, racing through every possibility. This was. not the plan. Why is Deckard acting this way? Have I been discovered?

After what feels like an eternity, the bus finally comes to a halt. The door swings open, and there he is–finally gracing us with his presence. No other than Alpha Deckard.

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Something turns jelly in my heart the moment I see him. For a split second, I almost let out a pleased smile, but I catch myself just in time, forcing my expression into neutrality. No one can see that. No one must know.