Chapter 147
Amica
The intuition was always there–a suspicion buried beneath the chaos of the kidnapping and everything else that had happened. I felt that Mary was behind the loss of my baby, but how could I have been sure? How could I have trusted my instincts when I had no evidence?
It was a terrible experience, one I hate to relive. But hearing her confess -hearing her admit, without shame, that she was the one responsible- fills me with a rage so deep it shakes me.
How could I have been so stupid? How could I have let her lay her hands on me, knowing full well the kind of hatred she harbored? I should have known. I did know. But I let my guard down.
I blaine Dekard for this. I blame him for everything. His useless, degenerate mistress killed my unborn child, and I will not rest until I do the same to her.
The fact that she now carries Darth’s child? It’s almost laughable. If she weren’t responsible for my miscarriage, I might have even been curious to see how she’d handle it. Mary. Pregnant with Darth’s child. What an absurdity.
But there is no curiosity. No sympathy. No pity.
I hate her. And because of that, there is nothing to feel sorry for.
If Mary is truly pregnant, does that mean Darth won’t bother to claim me again?
That should be good news. He already has a Luna now–he has no reason to need me anymore. That should be a relief… should be. But the more I think about it, the more that relief curdles into something else.
If Mary becomes Luna, it means she’ll have power. Real power. And knowing her, she won’t just use it to rule–she’ll use it to make my life a living hell. Not just mine, either.
I need to get out of here. I need to leave with my aunt before it’s too late.
As I’m lost in thought, a knock sounds at the door.
Not that it matters. No one here actually cares if I want them to enter or not. The knock is just a courtesy in case I’m naked.
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Before I can even turn toward the door, it swings wide open.
A rogue steps in, his face shadowed, his presence imposing. His voice is rough, clipped. “Scarface requests your attention. Now. Follow me.”
I don’t argue. I don’t ask questions. I just go.
As I step outside, my eyes scan the area–and then they land on him.
Dane.
My breath catches.
What the hell is he doing here?
Is he back to form an alliance with Mary? Or is he here to gloat, to rub it in my face that I’ve lost my mate?
“Dane!” I call out, my voice sharp, unwavering. There’s no hesitation, no fear. I don’t care who hears me.
He turns, eyes narrowing as he stalks toward me, his presence as suffocating as ever.
“Amica?” He scoffs, his tone dripping with mockery. “What audacity.”
Stopping just in front of me, he tilts his head slightly, sizing me up like I’m nothing more than an inconvenience. “What gives you the right to call me out like that? Do I owe you money? When did you develop such-” He chuckles darkly. “– audacity?”
Something inside me snaps.
“When I realized you’re a worthless piece of shit,” I spit, my voice steady, unshaken.
His smirk falters. “What?” He blinks, as if he didn’t hear me correctly.
“Where are you taking her?” he suddenly demands, turning to the guard beside me,
“Scar needs her attention,” the guard responds.
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Dane exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders before turning back to me. “Don’t worry, I’ll take her to him. I just need to give her a piece of my mind first.”
The guard nods, stepping aside without a second thought.
As soon as we’re alone, Dane closes the space between us. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he growls.
I don’t let him speak another word.
Before I can stop myself, my hand swings through the air, landing a sharp slap across his face. The sound of the impact echoes around us.
For a second, I can’t even believe I did it.
Dane’s head jerks slightly to the side, his jaw tightening as he slowly turns back to face me. His expression darkens, his eyes burning with fury.
“Amica!” he roars, grabbing my wrist in a bruising grip.
I don’t flinch.
I meet his rage with my own.
“What are you going to do?” I hiss. “Kill me? Just like you killed Stefan? Just like you led my Alpha to his death?”
Dane throws his head back and laughs. A deep, cruel laugh that grates against my skin like rusted metal.
“Oh, true,” he sneers. “I had forgotten about that.” He keeps laughing, shaking his head.
“Alpha Deckard this, Alpha Deckard that… The Alpha of Alphas… blah, blah, blah!” He rolls his eyes, his expression twisting with something bitter, something unhinged. “Damn, I was so fed up with that shit. Do you have any idea what it was like, listening to that every damn day? I didn’t even know what I would do if I had to take one more second of it.”
Then his amusement vanishes, replaced by something colder, darker. He steps closer, his presence looming over me.
“You have no right to lay a finger on me,” he growls, his voice low and menacing. “Have you forgotten your place? Have you forgotten why you should stay in it?” He tilts his head, eyes narrowing. “Or do you want me to beat the snot out of you?”
I don’t move back. I don’t shrink away.
Instead, I step closer.
“I dare you, Dane Blackwood.” My voice is steady, my breath brushing against his face.
“Go ahead. Show me my place.”
I tilt my chin up, challenging him.
“Tell me, or better yet, show me what you plan to do that you haven’t already done before.
The corner of his mouth twitches, his nostrils flaring as he takes in my words. He leans in, just a fraction,
“You seem to have grown some balls,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering… intrigued.
He sniffs,
“And you seem to have lost yours!” I hiss,
With the little space between us, I grab his useless balls and yank–hard.
Dane lets out a strangled cry, doubling over as pain shoots through him. His face contorts, his mouth twisting in agony. But with the back of his hand, he slaps me across the face. Hard. The impact sends me staggering, my vision blurring for a second.
But I don’t let that stop me.
Through the sting of my cheek and the pounding of my pulse, I scan the ground, desperate. Then I see it–a jagged stone, half–buried in the dirt.
I snatch it up without hesitation.
Rage surges through me, white–hot, unrelenting. My body moves on instinct, fueled by anger, by frustration, by everything Dane has ever taken from me.
‘I hope you die, Dane!” I scream.
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He doesn’t see me coming. He’s still hunched over, nursing the pain in his groin, completely unaware of the danger looming right in front of him.
With all the strength I can muster, I hurl the stone at his head.
The sickening crack that follows sends a rush of satisfaction through me.
Dane stumbles back, eyes wide with shock as blood trickles down his face. His fingers fly to his forehead, trembling, feeling the warm wetness of his own blood.
Then his expression snaps.
Pure, unfiltered rage fills his eyes, his lips curling back in an animalistic snarl.
“I’m going to kill you, Amica!” he roars.
Before I can move, his hands clamp around my throat.
I choke, my body instinctively struggling against his grip as he tightens his hold. My lungs scream for air, my nails claw at his wrists, but he doesn’t loosen.
Then-
What is going on here?!”
A voice cuts through the chaos.
The guard who excused us earlier comes running, his eyes darting between us in alarm.
“Release her now, Dane!” he shouts.
But Dane doesn’t let go.
And I-
I am running out of time.
“Didn’t you see what this bitch did to me?” Dane snarls, his face twisted with rage. His grip on my throat remains, unyielding, his fingers pressing hard against my skin.
“I don’t care!” the guard snaps.” Scar needs her now. Leave her alone!
For a moment, Dane hesitates, his jaw clenching. Then, with a final squeeze, he releases me. I stumble back, gasping, desperate to reclaim the breath he stole from me.
Dane doesn’t leave right away.
He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear.
“This is why no man will ever want you,” he hisses.
I go still.
“Every other woman in the world was able to satisfy my needs- except you,” he continues, his voice dripping with cruelty. “You were never enough for me. And you sure as hell weren’t enough for Deckard.”
His words slice through me, but he isn’t finished.
‘Look at Mary,” he taunts. “Sweet. Smart. And so much better in bed.” His lips curl into a smirk. “I see what Deckard saw in her. It’s why he kept fucking her.
The moment hangs heavy between us.
And then, just like that, he’s gone.
I don’t move. I don’t breathe.
I just stand there, the words poisoning my mind, crawling under my skin, stinging.
The guard doesn’t give me time to process. He grips my arm and pulls me along with him, dragging me through the corridors. I barely register the movement, my thoughts drowning in the echo of Dane’s voice.
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By the time we reach Darth’s chambers, my body feels numb.
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The moment we step inside, Darth’s eyes narrow.
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What happened to her?” His voice is sharp, cold with barely contained fury.
The guard stiffens. “No–it wasn’t me, Scar!” he says quickly, raising his hands in defense.
Darth’s gaze darkens. “Then who?” His voice drops to a lethal growl. ” Get that fool to me. Now.”
The guard doesn’t hesitate. He rushes out, leaving me alone with Darth.
I stand there, still, my body tense, my eyes refusing to meet his.
I know he’s watching me.
I know he sees everything.
In a few minutes, the guard returns, dragging Dane behind him.
Darth’s eyes lock onto me, sharp and unreadable.” Is this the person who hit you?” he asks, his voice low but carrying an undeniable weight.
I don’t hesitate. I nod.
Dane stiffens beside me. * Scar, I can explain—she hit me first— ”
“Da–da–da…” Darth interrupts, waving a hand dismissively.
The room falls into a tense silence. Dane swallows hard.
* Do you know who that is?” Darth asks, his voice now edged with something dangerous. “Answer me, Dane!”
Dane shifts uncomfortably. “It’s… it’s Amica, “he stammers.
Darth’s lips curl in disgust. “That is just her name. She is the Luna of Lunas… That is her true identity.”
The weight of his words presses into the room like a storm cloud.
And you had the audacity to lay your hands on her?” Darth’s voice drops into a deadly whisper, the kind that precedes bloodshed.
Dane opens his mouth, but no words come out. Fear flickers in his eyes.
Darth rises from his seat, his presence suffocating. ” I should take your head from your neck,” he declares, his tone final, absolute.
Dane goes rigid.
And I…
I watch, waiting to see if Darth will follow through on his word.
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