Chapter 132
Amica
I don’t know how much longer I can endure this. These animals–these rogues–are everywhere, instilling
tilling fear in everyone around them. I can’t even begin to imagine the chaos outside the city. I feel trapped, powerless, with no clear path forward. But I have to find a way to drive them out of here–out of my city.
Right now, the rogues serve as my so–called bodyguards. They patrol my room, lurk in every corner of the castle, always watching. The servants and workers have been rounded up and confineil in one of the halls, forced into submission under the weight of fear.
What can I do to change this! How can I make things better? Even I am nothing more than a prisoner in my own home.
If Deckard is truly dead, does that mean his Beta, his Omega, and the rest of his strongest warriors are gone toot
Fuck
Does anyone outside Blackwater even know what’s happening here? What about those in Apex Circle! If I could just get a message to them, maybe -just maybe they could help.
If I could just find a room with a phone or a computer.. but right now, I’m locked away in a space that has nothing. No furniture, no windows, no way to reach the outside world. It’s as if the room was deliberately stripped bare before they threw me in here. I didn’t even know a place like this
existed in the castle.
Restless. I pace back and forth. frustration boiling inside me. Then, suddenly, I hear the door lock click open.
A rogue steps inside.
“Scarface requests your presence. Come with me,” he says.
I don’t hesitate. Anything is better than being trapped in that room
I follow him in silence, moving through thehallways. He leads me to another wing of the castle. As we step into the living room, I scan the space, expecting to see Darth–but he’s not here.
The rogue doesn’t stop. He keeps walking, leading me farther,
“Where are we going?” I ask, my voice steady but laced with suspicion.
“To see Scarface, of course.”
The rogue leads me into one of the master bedrooms. He knocks on the door.
“Come in,” Scarface calls from inside.
1 hesitate for a moment.
-Scarface asked you to come in closer… move!,” the rogue says, his voice thick with harshness.
I walk in slowly, my steps careful. Darth’s eyes shift from me to the rogue who let me in.
“Cane?” Darth calls, lus tone calm but carrying an edge.
“Yes, Scarface?”
speak to the Luna in that tone again.” His voice is low, quiet–but dripping with danger.
“Yes, Scarface, sir!” isen quickly adjusts his tone, bows his head, and shuts the door behind me.
Istep farther into the room but keep my distance, leaning against the wall.
At first, adence hangs between us. Then, finally, he speaks.
“You must be wondering why I asked you here. Well, I just wanted to have a conversation with you. I know everything right now is confusing. I know I’m the curry–I killed your mate, and now I’ve taken over this palare. But you should know… this place was originally mine in the first
“You should have been ine in the first place, and I’m doing everything I can t
can to current
i mistake”
I stay silent for a moment, trying to make sense of what the hell he’s talking about.
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Chapter 132
“Well, I’m sure you’re wondering where all of this is coming from, but it has come to my attention that we need to get married as soon as possible,”
– says, completely devoid of remorse.
Of all the things I expected him to do to me, marriage was the last thing I ever thought would come out of his mouth.
“Oh yes, a wedding.” he continues casually. “And you don’t have a say
y in it. The ceremony will take place in a
a few do
days. Like I said, your opinion doesn’t matter. But before that, you need to reject your mate in front of everyone–then we can proceed with our union.”
1 remain frozen, stunned by the smugness in his voice, unable to even process my thoughts. Who the hell does this ugly bastard think he is? Does heamuth believe I would ever marry him?
“That is never going to happen,” I spit out,
“Oh, but it will Amica,” he replies, his tone drips with certainty-
“You will reject your mate wholeheartedly and accept me as yours,” he continues, his voice eerily calm. “Then, we will proceed with our bonding ceremony and consummate our union. That is the only way for me to become the Alpha of Alphas. But if you refuse… He leans in closer, his breath hot against my i
y skin. “A lot of terrible things will happen–to you and to the people you care about.”
“Every day, I will choose someone–whether from Blackwater or beyond, woman or child–and I will rip them apart right in front of you. Every. Single. Day” He smirks, “It could be one person, or it could be more. But I’m sure you don’t want that, do you?”
My stomach clenches with dread, but I refuse to let him
“People will call me a monster,” he adds with a chuckle, “but they’ll never know what led me to become one.”
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“In fact, I will make sure they know exactly why they are dying,” he continues, his tone disturbingly casual, as if this is all just a joke to him. “Their so–called Luna refuses to do what it takes to save them”
I can see it in his eyes–he’s a lunatic. The way
he
speaks,
iks, the ww
way he carries himself… He’s completely unhinged. But that doesn’t make him any less dangerous. Underestimating a madman is a mistake I can’t afford to make.
I stand there silently, my mind racing as I try to figure out my next move. Then, something clicks,
Why does he need me to reject Deckard if Deckard is already dead?
But before I can dwell on it too long, another idea takes shap
shape–running-
I escape the castle, there will be no reason for him to kill anyone. I won’t be here to witness it, and without an audience, he won’t be able to achieve whatever twisted goal he has in mind.
I just need to find a way out.
