Chapter 152
Amica
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Now that I know Mary’s secrets–and she knows I could expose them at any time—I have to be extremely careful. She is dangerous, and if she was willing to kill my unborn child, I know she would do far worse to me if given the chance.
There is no way I am going to the chamber to have a pointless conversation with her. I will stay out of sight, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal the truth.
This gives me the freedom to move around the castle unnoticed and the power to release the information whenever I choose. That is my first task.
I go to every room where people have been locked up and order the guards to open the doors. Before unlocking the cells, I address everyone. *I am truly sorry for everything we have been through.
It is true–the Alpha is dead. Power has shifted from one to another, and we all know that Darth is in control now.
He has allowed to release whoever I want to release and I know that you all are in discomfort so I am here to release you please I would beg you when you finally get out there, do not rebel against rogues because it would only do more danger to us than them. so please everyone let us return to our respective position and not cause any trouble. I believe that with time we will prevail.” i said those words with a teary eyes.
Then allow the rogue to release all of them.
“Lun, Iam sorry but we cannot release the guards” he said after opening the gates for Bria, My aunt Pamel, some of the elders, workers and servants
“What do you mean by that? You just heard me speak to all of them, they will behave!” i said slowly getttting angry
“I heard you but these are orders from scar himself, He only permits you release those who would help you. The Gamma warriors are of no use right now! You already have us!” he let out a useless smile.
“Shut that trap you call a mouth, or I’ll have your head for lunch,” I snap, irritation and frustration boiling over.
“You haven’t been feeding my people properly–you and the rest of your worthless kind. Look at them! Look how thin and weak they’ve become!” I step toward him, my posture daring him to challenge me.
His dumbfounded expression goes slack. He didn’t expect me to lash out like this.
“Luna… please, take it easy,” another rogue mutters cautiously. “They’re free now. They can feed themselves as much as they want. We rogues are not chefs or kitchen keepers-”
“You’re not?” I cut him off, narrowing my eyes. “What’s your name again?”
“Ken?” he answers hesitantly.
“Yes, Ken. Well, what you are… is a headless man,” I threaten, my voice dripping with cold fury.
“Please, Luna! You don’t have to do that! Unlike Ben, I haven’t done anything to wrong you,” he pleads desperately. “I’m sorry for not feeding your people properly, but I’d really like to keep my head.”
I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm.
“Alright,” I say finally. “Tell me what you need me to do, and I’ll consider it.”
“Hmm,” I hum, pretending to consider his words. “You’re right, Ken. You do still have use for your head. And do you know what you’ll use it for?” I pause, letting the tension build.
“You will personally feed these guards–morning and night. You alone, Ken!” I command. “The maids will bring you food every day, and you will make sure they eat. Do you understand?”
Ken swallows hard, nodding stiffly.
At that moment, a new idea sparks in my mind–an idea for rebellion.
No one is coming to save us. If we are going to escape this nightmare, we have to do it ourselves. And somehow, that responsibility has fallen on
- me.
With everyone freed, I lead them back to the main castle, where I have been staying with Decked
Once we are alone, Bria turns to me, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Amica! Thank you!” she says earnestly.
I shake my head. “Don’t thank me yet, Bria. We have a long way to go–I can’t even smell victory.” My voice drops to a whisper as I glance around cautiously.
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“Darth plans to make me his mate,I need to get out of here. We have to find the members of the Apex Circle and bring them to our aid.
Our Alpha may be dead, but this is still our home. And I refuse to let it fall into the hands of these rogues.”
Bria sighs, her voice weak and uncertain. “I understand that you want victory, Amica, but… this is far more than just a common infiltration. I’m sorry, but you might not be able to save everyone–except yourself.”
Her words strike a nerve, but she continues before I can respond.
“If you ever get the chance to leave this place, take it. Save yourself. You’re the only one still holding the hearts of the people against the new ruler. Everyone else–including the Gamma warriors–hates him and wants to fight, only because you do.
But if you marry Darth… or if you leave… we’ll have no choice but to pledge allegiance to him.” She hesitates, then adds, “Apart from being an usurper, Darth is also Deckard’s brother.”
Her words send a chill through me.
I narrow my eyes. “So what exactly are you saying to me, Bria?”
She meets my glare, her expression firm. “Don’t start a battle you can’t win.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “Well, it’s a shame you aren’t the Luna here, Bria… I am.”
I take a deep breath, my frustration boiling over. I am tired of people telling me what to do.
I will not marry Darth. And I will not leave this place without a fight.
Here’s your passage with better structure, emotional depth, and natural flow:
I have no heir.
That means I have no rightful claim to fight for this position.
But does that mean I should let Mary, Dane, and Darth win?
They have put me through so much–so much pain, so much loss. They deserve to pay.
Mary killed my child.
Darth killed my mate.
And Dane.. that worthless degenerate threw me into this mess.
Fuck. Should I really leave without a fight?
The next day, Darth stood before me, his expression smug as he made his announcement
“In one week, we will be bound and married.”
His words echoed in my head, but all I could focus on was the disgusting joy on his face.
two week.
That means I have two weeks–two weeks before I am trapped forever. two weeks to escape this place and find help.
Because once I am married to him, there will be no hope for me.
My mind starts racing, working through a thousand different plans, searching for a way out.
Then, I remember Ken–the rogue I assigned to feed the warriors in prison.
Aplan begins to form.
As soon as I return to the castle, I summon the maids. “Prepare food for the soldiers,” I order.
And while they work, I take a small piece of foil and slip a message inside. I bury it deep within the food–just enough to stay hidden.
This is how I will reach them.
Every day. Until it is time.
The food is meant to make them stronger–so that when the day of war comes, they will fight relentlessly.
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At night, I summon Ken. The servants follow behind him, carrying trays of food, ready to deliver them to the men in prison.
I make sure I am the one to personally oversee the deliveries. I cannot risk suspicion.
So every night, the maids take food to the prisoners, and hidden within the meals are my secret messages–notes to my warriors, preparing them for what’s to come.
The next morning, I wake to an unsettling sight–preparations are being made in the castle. Looks like renovation or a ceremony is coming up
My heart trips. Has the bonding ceremony been moved up sooner than expected?
Or is this for some other event?
Confused, I decide to pay Darth a visit.
I find him overseeing the work from his terrace, his usual arrogance on full display.
“I just saw the preparations outside,” I say, forcing a smile. “What are we celebrating this time?”
“You of course, Our Love!” Darth says, his voice overflowing with excitement. “I’ve decided to move our wedding closer!”
My heart stops.
“My lips are fully healed now, and last night, I had a dream about us–about our future together,” his eyes gleaming with disturbing enthusiasm. “You will make me the most powerful Alpha the world has ever seen. And my heirs–our heirs! Damn, I can’t wait to consummate our bond. That’s why I’ve decided to bring our bonding sooner.”
I feel sick.
“Cleopatra said it’s the right time, so it has to happen!” he adds, as if that seals my fate.
His voice softens, taking on an almost affectionate tone. “You have given me a peace that no one else ever has, Amica. I cannot wait to have you as my Luna. I cannot wait to have pups with you.”
He says it so happily, so sincerely, as if he hasn’t destroyed everything I loved.
I hold my breath, my mind spinning. This is real. This is happening.
He isn’t waiting a two weeks.
“It’s going to happen in three days, Amica,” he repeats, grinning. “Look around–I’m changing everything to make it perfect for you. It will be better than that sham Deckard prepared for you.”
My chest tightens at the mention of his name.
“You will look like a queen,” Darth continues,“And I will have the whole world here to witness it! The news, the press–everyone.”
I feel like screaming. But instead, I force out a nervous laugh.
“Heh… i–I am indeed excited,” I say, my voice trembling just enough to sound believable.
He beams. “Of course, you are.”
Before I can react, he strides over and presses his lips against mine–wet, forceful, unwanted. Then his tongue slides against my lips, seeking
entrance.
I hold my breath, swallowing my disgust, my entire body fueled by pure revulsion but I can’t let him see
He finally pulls back, grinning like a man satisfied with his achievement.
“You taste like honey,” he murmurs, eyes filled with dark amusement.
