Chapter 75
AMICA
Pirmant
How! I’ve never been pregnant before–not even a scare. So, how
When I was with Dane, I did everything I could to make sure I never conceived. He was an animal, and even on the rare occasions when I forgot to be careful, there was nothing–no signs, no slips.
And now, with Deckard, after only once–maybe twice–I’m already pregnant? What kind of sorcery is this? What does this mean for me!
Deckard, though he is static. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s acting like a child who’s just been handed their first video game. I always thought he didn’t care about things like this, but now, he’s glowing with excitement
Does this mean he doesn’t distrust me anymore! All the contempt he held against me—has he forgiven me? Or has he just decided to erase it from my record?
It wasn’t long ago that Deckard was furious with ime. The accusations he hurled at me were so ridiculous, so heavy, that for a moment, I feared he might actually lay his hands on me. The rage in his eyes was something I’ll never forget.
And now! Now, he’s a completely different person. I dont understandin
my heart races with excitement, as if it’s leaping out of
He has called me his Luna more times than I can count since hearing the news. Each time, my my chest.
Ezra is over the moon with how things are unfolding, her energy feeding into my own. But me! My fingers are crossed. I didn’t expect this–not so soon. And yet seeing Deckard in such a great mood fills me with happiness.
Deckard. He’s always been hot, desirable in a way that makes my pulse quicken. Even when he’s angry, there’s something magnetic about him- dangerous, sure, it is a danger i want to explore. When he’s mad, he’s fierce, and when he’s calm, he’s commanding. But happy? I’ve never seen this side of him. It’s intoxicating. He’s.. charming in a way that takes me completely off guard,
Is he truly mine? This mi
is man, my Alpha, feared and respected across the entire world? The one who walks into a room and commands both submission and awe he’s mine? And I’m marrying him? What is this strange feeling swelling in my chest? This sense of belonging that I didn’t think I was capable of feeling?
The idea of being pregnant is still settling in. I can’t quite put my feelings into words yer–But I’m finding my balance, slowly
And now, there’s a wedding. Bria told me Deckard ordered it, and it’s happening so soon. It feels like everything is moving at lightning speed, and I’m barely keeping up. But… I can’t deny the warmth blooming inside me.
When you have so much wealth and influence, I guess anything can happen here–just like the last time. Deckard can’t seem to understand him. One day he’s hot, the next he’s cold. At least he’s not hot or cold enough to hit me like Dune used to, so silver lining.
Mary, on the other hand, is still lurking around the castle, and I can’t stand her. What does she even want? I can’t believe I actually thought Deckard might be genuine. He’s still sleeping with Mary:
Yeah, this is just like my marriage to Dane, it’s all the same–except without the violent assaults,
He’ll keep sleeping with Mary, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. But why do I even want to stop it? I knew all these before getting into this shit.
Why does the thought of it bother me so much!
This feeling isn’t natural. It has to be this thing growing inside me, twisting my emotions. I knew about Mary and Deckard the moment I got here. They made it clear enough. So why, all of a sudden, does the thought of them together irritate me to my core!
It’s jealousy, Pure, raw jealousy. And I hate it
And I mean it when I say I’ll find every way to drive Mary out of the castle. She upsets me, and I can’t keep seeing her here. After all, I’m the Luna now–it shouldn’t be so difficult to make her stop sleeping under my roof
The day of the wedding is here, and I wake up early- too early. My eyes fluster open at 2 am, and I feel restless. My breasts are heavier than usual, sore to the touch. I groan softly, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. My movements must have disturbed Deckard because his eyes snap open the moment he senses iny restlessness.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice low and soothing in the quiet of the room.
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“Uh… uh–baby,” 1 mumble, though the discomfort in my body says otherwise.
“Come here,” he says, his arm sliding around my waist as he pulls me closer.
“Where does it hurt!” he asks, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, studying me with a tenderness I’m still trying to get used to.
Without thinking, I place my hand over my chest, directly on my breasts as if he’d have a solution to this unfamiliar ache
His gaze flicks to where my hand resis. Slowly, he undors the buttons of my pajamas, his movements careful and deliberate, like this is something sarred. His large, warm hand comes to rest gently over the fullness of my breast, and for a moment, the ache lessens, replaced by something else
His hands are gentle, soft, masaging me with a tenderness that feels almost unreal. Then his lips find their way to my nipple, warm and carefull against my tender skin. A low moan slips off my lips before I can stop it, and the sound seems to reach him.
His lips trail up to my neck, then to my lips, kissing me deeply. His hand glides over the curve of my thighs, igniting a spark in me. My body feels like it’s responding on its own, but just as I begin to lose myself in him, his lips come back to my forehead with a soft, lingering kiss–like I’m something fragile.
“It’s our wedding today,” he whispers, his voice soothing “You’re going to look so beautiful. His arms wrap around ine, pulling me close, his warmth consuming me,
Then he asks something unexpected, his tone soft but firm. “Do you wa
www this?”
I blink, stunned. He’s never asked me a question like this before–not with this weight of seriousness.
“Do I want to get married” | echo, needing to hear the words out loud to believe he’s truly asking.
“Yes, Amien, Do you?” His golden eyes lock onto mine, searching, waiting.
“What difference would my answer make“” Lask, “If I say no, will you let me go, Alpha Deckard? You bought me twice–with your money and resources Would you really lei me go simply because I said no!”
He went quiet momentarily With his sharp and piercing stares into my eyes
“You’re right, Amica. I’m not letting you go–not anytime soon. You’re mine.
His voice is low, firm, and dangerously sexy. The way he claims me, the way he calls me Isis–it sends a thrill through me. When Dane used to say things like that, it felt like a threat, a weight pressing down on me. But with Deckard? I can’t help but want more.
“My answer was never no.” I reply softly. This is my life now.”
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