Chapter 129
Mary
If Deckard is dead–truly dead, as this scar–faced man claims–then I am utterly and completely screwed.
Oh, Deckard! The thought of never seeing him again hurts my chest. I hate that our last moments together were filled with tension, that we left things unresolved. I never got to kiss him, never got to whisper a final word, never got the chance to hold onto him, even for just a second longer. And now, he’s gone–ripped from this world, leaving nothing behind but a gaping emptiness.
But if I’m being completely honest, for months now, all my hopes of making Deckard truly see me have been slipping further and further away. It’s as if, no matter what I did, he had already made his choice. Slowly but surely, he became so fond of Amica- that he even almost gave her the one thing I had always wanted from him: a child.
Even when I tried my best to sabotage her, to hurt her, to make her disappear from his life, I still couldn’t have him. Not in the way I wanted.
And now, Deckard is dead. Gone. Killed by this merciless stranger who calls himself Darth,
Darth is our new alpha, our commander, He rules with an iron will, colder and harsher than anything I have ever known. He isn’t just some outsider who took over by force–no, he is Deckard’s blood. His brother The son of Uther Blackthorn, as he so proudly claims. That means his power runs deeper than just an alpha’s authority.
I have always been drawn to power. Strength, dominance, these things have always captivated me. If I had ever found a man more formidable than Deckard, I would have gone to him without hesitation. But the truth is, I never did. Deckard was the strongest of them all.
But now, Deckard is dead.
And just like that, everything he once had—his title, his lands, his rule–now belongs to Darth. He is the new force, the new ruler, the one who holds all the cards. What was once Deckard’s to command now bends to Darth’s will, and no one can challenge him. No one dares to.
But I see this for what it truly is—an opportunity.
If I can get close to Darth, if I can make him see my worth, if I can become indispensable to him, then everything changes. I will no longer be the woman who was overlooked, the one who fought in the shadows for scraps of affection. No–I will be the one by his side. And this time, I will make sure no one takes that from me.
So when he calls on Amica to take him to the cell and she hesitates, trying to stand her ground, I see my opening. Without wasting a second, I step forward, offering to lead him myself. But he rejects me, brushing past my attempt without a second thought.
That’s fine. I expected this. I have no plans to back down.
Everyone here hates him. Everyone here fears him. But I? I will show him nothing but loyalty and devotion.
I know for a fact that Darth has no mate yet. That means he is unattached, unclaimed—an opportunity waiting to be seized.
This is my chance to secure a powerful Alpha for myself, I just need to be smart about it, to find a way to make myself indispensable to him. To make him see me as the only woman worthy of standing by his side.
After we were finally released from the introduction session, I found myself wondering–had I made a mistake by staying behind in this castle? Deckard had asked me to leave, had made it clear that there was no place for me here. And yet, I stayed. Something in me refused to walk away, refused to let go of the life I had fought for.
I sat in my room for hours, thinking, plotting. I needed a plan. And then, just like that, it came to me.
Without hesitation, I got up, left my room, and went to find him. But when I searched the castle, he was nowhere to be found.
Instead, I saw something unusual–a flickering glow outside, a fire burning bright against the darkness. Curious, I followed the light, my steps careful and silent as I made my way toward it.
Darth, sitting alone in front of a roaring bonfire, the flames casting shadows over his scarred face.
What the hell is he doing? Why does he act so primal, so untamed?
I hesitated for a moment, then forced myself forward,
Slowly, I walked toward him, my voice soft but confident.
“Hello… Darth… hi.”
1 swallowed, keeping my posture composed
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Chapter 129
“Mary the doctor?” he says, his voice carrying something I can’t quite place.
“What are you doing, sir?” I ask, though something deep inside warns me against speaking to him.
“Keeping warm under the moonlight, as you can see,” he replies, his tone flat, uninterested. “What do you want?”
“Oh, it’s nothing…” I say quickly, “I just wanted to let you know that I understand everything that is going on. A new reign has begun, and we have to forget the old. I am in no position to argue or protest against that. Anything you need, let me know. If I can be of help, I will. And if not, I will find someone who can.”
He watches me for a moment, and I feel like I’m being studied, picked apart piece by piece.
“Interesting,” he finally says. “I’ll keep that in mind. But tell me, Doctor Mary, do you live here?”
“Oh yes, I do,” I answer, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Right in the same house as the Alpha and his mate?” His gaze sharpens. “Are you just a doctor that happens to live here, or is there more to you?”
I freeze. I know exactly what he is insinuating
“Oh, well, I truly am a doctor. My team and I help here at the castle sickbay, but you are right–I am not just an ordinary doctor…” I smile. “I am quite acquainted with the important people of this pack, and that includes Alpha Deckard… rest his soul,” I say.
“Ah, I see. Is that why you speak to the Luna in such a manner? Because you used to warm the Alpha’s bed?” His words shock me, and I do not know how to reply.
“Wha… that is not… well…” I stutter.
“Did I say something wrong, Doctor Mary?” he says. Something about his tone makes me uneasy. It’s like he is drilling into me, searching my soul, picking apart my lies. I am too shocked to deny him answers.
“Well… it is not what you think it is… Deckard and I could have never worked,” I say, like a fool caught in the act.
“Okay,” he says simply and throws a stone into the fire.
*So why are you here? Oh, wait–you wanted to let me know that I have your support… yeah, got it,” he says, and it completely throws me off my confidence. I suddenly feel so stupid, standing there in silence, unsure of what to say.
Why is this one so weird?
“Is there anything else?” he asks dismissively.
“Err… yeah, the rogues… some of them are injured. Can my team and I look at them?” The words tumble out before I can stop them.
What the hell am I saying? I have no interest in caring for the rogues! I hate them. Why would I even want to look after those animals?
“Well, then I can start with you,” I say quickly. “You’ve been fighting all day. I’m sure you’ve sustained some injuries. Please, let me look after you.”
He scoffs, his smirk lazy and unreadable. “I sustained no injury,” he replies. “But you can go after the rogues. They might appreciate the touch of a beautiful woman on them more than I do.” he chucked
Disgust twists in my stomach immediately. What exactly is he insinuating?