Chapter 135
Amica
“What a pleasant surprise! Have you come to give nie your ansiver a rady!” he smirked
“Well it dep
depends…” I say, standing tall. “But I will only marry you on one condition
Darth raises an amused brow: “Wow, a condition?” He chuckles, circling me like a preslator assessing its prey. “I wonder what gave you the audacity to bargain, and why the hell are you dressed like that?” His gaze rakes over me, sharp and probing
I ignore his remark and keep my voice steady. “One of your men raped my servant–Ben, to be precise. I want his head” My words land like a blade, sharp and unwavering
Darth stops pacing, thing his head slightly: “Hmm,” he muses, snilling the air as if testing my resolve. “That can give you freely.” A smirk rugs at his lips as he resuanes his slow prowl around me.
“But that’s not all.” I continue meeting his gaze without flinching. “I want my people released and allowed to move freely. If I am to be your Luna they must follow you of their own will–not by force. And I want your rogues out of this castle. If they stay, they must act like proper gamma warriors Disciplined. Respectful. Not savage.”
Darth stops in his tracks, his expression darkening. “You’ve laid quite a list of demands, Luna” His voice lowers, carrying a dangerous edge. “And let me remind you—you are in no position to make conditions.
I hold my ground. Then kill me now, because I will not rule beside a man who allows his people to be treated like dirt”
A tense silence stretches between us. Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, he smirks. “The so–called gamma warrior means nothing to me, so you can have his head for pissing you off.” He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. “But as for the rest of your demands we’ll see just how much power you really have, my dear Luna–to–be.”
Here’s a refined version with better flow and intensity:
“I don’t want to fight with you, Amica,” Darth says, his voice laced with something almost resembling patience. “But I will have you reject your former mate. And you will not go on bossing me around. His gaze hardens. “If you refuse to reject Deckard willingly.. Il kill your people.”
His words slam into me like a dagger, but I don’t falter. Instead, something reckless slips from my lips before I can stop it
“Not if I kill myself first.”
The moment the words leave me. his expression darkens, his entire body going rigid.
“What did you just say?” His voice is dangerously low, lethal.
“You heard me,” I answer, my tone defiant.
In an instant, his hand clamps around my arm, squeezing with enough force to send a sharp jolt of pain through me.
“I could take you right here, right now, and make you mine,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin.
I inhale sharply, forcing my body not to tremble. I won’t let him see my fear.
“I doubt you u can,” I whisper, meeting his gaze with as much steel as I can muster.
His laughter erupts, deep and wicked. Before I can react, he yanks me forward, his darkened eyes burning into mine.
my neck.
Then, without warning, he sinks his fangs into my
A sharp, searing pain tears through me. My body weakens instantly, my legs threatening to give up
But before I can fully process what’s happening, something shifts.
Darth shudders violently.
His grip on me loosened as if he’s just been burned from the inside out. With a choked snarl, he shoves me away, staggering back. He spits onto the floor, his face twisting in confusion a
“Ald What the “Darth staggers back, his voice filled with shock and pain, like he’s just been stung by a venomous beast.
“Scarface! Sir! What’s wrong!!” The rogues rush toward him, concern flashing across their faces.
But Darth snaps. “Get your fucking hands off mell” he roars, his voice raw with fury. His hand clamps over his mouth as if he’s trying to suppress
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“Get me Cleopatra! Now he barks, his eyes wild, tilled with something I can’t i
can’t spuite place—frart Itage?
1 press my palm against my neck, wiping off the blood, my barathi tomsteady. My body sill feely weak from the bite, but the way he reacted.
something isn’t right.
Darth’s gaze snaps to me, burning with rage. “What the hell did you do to me?!” His voier is sharp, acesting, and he takes a step forward
A whimper escapes me before I can stop it. My instincts scream at me to move, to nin, but my body is frozen, trapped under his glare
Before he can get any closer, Cleopatra storms into the room. “What happened?!” she demands, eyes flicking between him and me
“Darth, what’s wrong“”
Her gaze shifts toward me, and as soon as she sees my hand pressed against my womsled neck, realization dawnas indier eyes.
“Did you?” She doesn’t finish the question. Instead, she strides toward me with purpose and yanks my hand away from my neck.
Pain flares through me, and I recoil, snarling. “Don’t touch me, you witch!”
Her grip tightens, her nails digging into my wrist. “You” she starts, but I rip my arm away, breathing bravily
Darth is still standing there, breathing raggedly, glaring at me as if I just poisoned him.
And may be.. I did.
“Did
1 you try to mate her?!” Cleopatra’s face twists with disappointment, her voice sharp with disbelief.
Darth glares at her but says nothing.
“Why the hell would you do that?” she snaps. “I told you–you cannot claim her until she rejects her mate! Why do
She st
storms
toward him.
- eyes blazing “Let me see”
Darth hesitates but slowly lowers his hand from his mouth.
My eyes flick to him, and my breath catches. His lips–burned, raw, like he’d been scalded.
bilon’t you ever listen?”
Cleopatra’s expression darkens. “You idiot.” She exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. “She’s still bonded to Deckard. That means you now share the same blood.”
Darth’s jaw tightens. “She didn’t seem like poison,” he spits
“You cannot just force your way into her bloodstream” Cleopatra snaps, her frustration evident.
He wipes his mouth, grimacing at the pain. Then she needs to deny Deckard first. We’ll perform the rite, and she’ll be bonded to me”
Cleopatra nods. “Yes, but-
“Then let her deny him. Now Darth growls, his dark eyes locking onto mine waiting
ne like a p
a predator ready to strike. “Right here. Right now. I’m done
to heal first”
Cleopatra quickly steps between us. “No, Darth. Not here, not now. That burn needs to
1 exhale slowly, my heart pounding. Whatever just happened–it hurt him.
And I can use that.
Cleopatra’s voice hardens. “It’s too dangerous.”
I heal fast. And when I do, you will be mine.” He takes a slow step Darth exhales starply, his expression darkening “Fine! I’ll heal. And trust me- toward ine, his gaze locking onto mine like a predator sizing up its prey. “You act like you’re too hard to get, Amica, but let me make one thing clear. -Liever ever wanted you.
I swallow, my pulse hammering.
it now! Now you’re proving too difficult to tame
“I never entertained the idea of you as my mate,” he continues, his voice dripping with disdain. “But And I love a challenge Whatever I want–1 get “
This eyes gleam
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“You will reject Deckard–whether you like it or not. And you will be mine”
The finality in his tone sends a chill down my spine, but my body moves before my
“No.” The word slips from my lips, defiant.
Dorth sulls, his pw clenching.
“If you want me to inject my nute,” Lay, standing taller, “then you must fulfill my conditions too.”
His eyes flash with rage. “You are in no position to bargain. You are a prisoner here.” He steps closer, his breath hot with fury:
“Get her out of my sight?” he roars
The room crackles with tension, but I don’t wait around to see what he’ll do next. I turn and rush out, my heart pounding as I make my way back to my chambeL.
My mind spins, replaying every second of that encounter.
I might not have the upper hand I thought I did.
A maniac.
Darth is unpredictable. A mar
And I just provoked him in real time.
The Ming on my neck still feels fresh, a dull ache puking beneath my skin
What the hell happened to him? Did my blood really burn Darth!
If it did what does that mean? How could my blood suddenly turn to fire!
Does this mean I sull belong to Deckard? How! He’s dead. Gone. And yet–my body still reacts as if he’s here. As if some invisible thread still binds un together.
The thought of him resurfaces, unbidden. I remember the first time he sank his teeth into my skin. It hurt, yes, but it was a sweet kind of pain. Nothing like this.
Darth’s bite felt like poison seeping into my bloodstream. Even now, I feel weak, my limbs heavy.
for in my mind.
I press a hand to my forehead, exhaling shakily. I just need to rest. Maybe sleep will clear the fog in my
I close my eyes.
Darkness swallows me whole
When I wake, somthing is wrong
I try to move–nothing. My body refuses to respond.
A wave of cold crashes over me, seeping into my bones. My breath turns shallow, my chest tight with panic.
I try to call ou
oul—my voice barely a whisper.
No one hran tre.
No our cor
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