Chapter 139
Armica
Death’s reign will be terror, and I don’t think I want to stick around to find out what that looks like
Can you imagine him biting into me, trying to mark me with force? His terrible fangs filled with spite and poison! It hurts, and I am glad that he got burned‘ I don’t know what it is in my blood, but I am glad that my blood is poison to him too.
I cannot imagine being mates with him! Never!
I never expect that Darth could be even more evil–worse than I ever imagined him to be. I don’t know what made me think that I could have a civil conversation with him, negotiating conditions as if he were capable of reason.
How could he be so heartless, even after I tell him that one of his men raped one of my people apart? Yet he pays attention to it like it is something normal. And, of course, in the rogue community, it is.
I wonder how many women he himself has taken, how many he has killed by force. He tries to do the same to me by biting my neck, but thankfully. I still have Deckard’s scar on me.
As I sit alone, thinking about it all, I begin to miss Deckard so much. At least, even if he was a nut job, one thing about him was that he gave me my freedom.
He never imposed anything on me–least of all himself.
He was compassionate enough to care for me, even though a wall always stood between us. The chemistry was there, undeniable, but it felt like he butk that wall himself, a barrier preventing us from reaching our full potential.
I wonder what life would have been like in a world where Deckard opened up freely–where he let me love him and loved me in return, without third parties hovering like shadows over us.
Since I heard the news of his death, my entire body has felt hollow, like it has no purpose left to remain here—or anywhere. I just want to turn my back on everything and keep walking until my legs and body give out
But deep inside, something tells me I have a responsibility to fulfill
Deckard wasn’t perfect, but he was the best I had so far and I wonder what that says about me.
Before I can sink too deep into my thoughts, a knock sounds at the door. I tense, already dreading whoever it might be. When the door creaks open. I see one of the rogues stepping inside–not just any rogue. Ben.
He strides in with that smug, slow gait, his expression makes my skin crawl–smug satisfaction. He’s mocking me.
“Take eat, Luna” His voice drips with sarcasm, and that infuriating smirk stretches across his face. I swear, if I could rip it off, I would.
“Who gave you permission to come in here?” I snap, jumping off the bed, my body coiled with tension. “You’re not the one who usually brings my food. What happened?”
Ben chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement
“Well, as you can see, things have changed. I can walk in and out of wherever I want now. Scar doesn’t give a damn about any of you, not even you, the almigny Luna of Lunas”
The mockery in his tone sends a jolt of fury through me.
“Get out. Now?” I command, my voice sharp, unwavering.
He merely laughs, turning to leave, but not before throwing one last dagger of words over his shoulder.
“Oh more. FAR as before you access the truth, you’re the Luna of
thing You have no authority here, and you never will, Ben sneers, “The only thing that ever set you apart from the rest of these people is that you had an elite cock inside you. But now? Now you might even be lower than
them
He steps doser, eyes darkens
Just imagine it for a moment, he continues, voice taunits. “A rogue’s cock in you. That would ruin everything, wouldn’t it? You wouldn’t even be worthy of being an ordinary servant?
Has gaze drags over me from head to toe, slow and deliberate. And in that moment, I know–whatever is running through his twisted mind is pure
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“Get out of here now, I warn, my voice sharp, my body coiled with rage and disgust ‘Or I’ll scream at the top of my lungs.”
He chuckles, unaffected, as if he has all the time in the world. ‘Oh, I’ll leave for now.” He steps back, but before he turns away, he says my name— slowly, deliberately-“Sweet Luna Amica.
The way he says it sends ice through my veins.
My heart pounds so hard it hurts, but then, finally, he turns to leave….
I struggle to control myself, forcing my breath to steady after he leaves the room. No. I can never imagine having a rogue touch me, let alone claim
No. That will never happen. I would rather take my own life than let these men devour me like prey.
With a surge of anger, I grab the plate of food and hurl it to the ground. I refuse to eat anything that wretched fool brings me. But his words–his sile, twisted words–echo in my mind. As terrible as they are, is there a sliver of truth in them?
Have I truly become nothing more than a mere slave, powerless to change my fate?
I have always known–ever since I attended the Apex ceremony–that the title of Luna of Lunas is no ordinary position. I know the power and authority that comes with it, yet I have never utilized it to its fullest. Perhaps because I never truly needed to or maybe because of Deckard.
Deckard made me feel small
I had no respect, or at least, that’s what it seemed like. But I never truly felt respected. Not when Mary’s shadow loomed over me, as a reminder of how powerless i was here in the castle. If I couldn’t even use my strength to chase out a mere woman–a pest in my own home–then maybe I never realized just how much power I truly hold beyond those walls.
But now?
Now, I have no choice.
The next morning, I decided to step out of the castle for a walk, desperate for some clarity. But as soon as I stepped outside, I noticed something strange–the demeanor of the rogues had shifted.
Usually, they watched me with eyes full of dark amusement, always trying to intimidate me. But today today, they avoided my gaze entirely. Their InoRemnants were tense, almost cautious, as if something had unsettled them.
I chose to ignore it and kept walking, my thoughts consumed by the same question–how do I get myself, and everyone else, out of this mess?
That’s when I noticed it
A particular section of the ground was wet, the water tinted with an eerie shade of pink. One of the rogues stood nearby, using a hose to wash it wwwy.
Something inside me twisted
“What happened?” I asked, turning to the rogue assigned to escort me.
He set wry gaze then, with an almost casual tone, he said-
“You go your wish Luna. Ben has been decapitated.”
